The Sparrow's Nest

I just found out that I'll be going on another road trip to a place I've never been before. If I have, I was probably still in diapers with dependable people around me who could read maps. Now I have a GPS that can screw up to the point where it'll help me get from one end of a town half a mile long to the other in three hours.

The other week, I went on a road trip. I was with people whom nothing happens to, so I thought it would be fine. We had to go to the airport to pick up my uncle. He missed his flight and came in late. I was getting woozy. Sitting in the airport, waiting for his flight to come in, the alarms went off in total emergency. The gates to one of the terminals grated down and locked everyone away. It never opened again. All the aliens got them, I guess. When we finally got out of there, we headed home--about four hours away. It was dark. It was close to ten, and every construction crew was out. We got redirected into downtown Tempe. Nobody knew where to go. We just followed the traffic while my uncle tried to get his GPS to work. Soon, we ended up in front of this building with an outside covered in plastic, faceted to look like a shoddy diamond. There were all these pictures of models on the front of it and it had no windows. I was totally confused. I was like, "What is that?" My un...

A  new story has just arrived at the website that none of you have seen before. So go over there, like, comment, and subscribe. That place is better than this one. If you're too lazy to go over there by hitting the ONLINE STORIES tab, just click here:  https://maraduryea.wordpress.com/2022/04/01/the-princess-rose/ Now you have no excuses. I wanted to write something. Like "Beautiful Dream," I just started writing, but this time, nothing weird came out. You get to meet one of my monsters in a new genre. He enjoyed himself very much. Happy reading.

There are more stories up on the new website. You can find them all here.  https://maraduryea.wordpress.com/blog/ Some of the stories you know, and others are brand new. Here is the list: Tiger Headlights Blue Moon (new) Red Knob (new) Little Berry 64 Dresses Love Notes Kittylyn I am posting one story a month. I'm also moving away from the horror genre. I'll be focusing more on fantasy, adventure, stick in a little more romance, and aliens. Yup, I like aliens. April and May will both be fantasies. The one coming in April is a whole new fantasy. You may have read the one going live in May, but since where it's published keeps changing its URL, you might not have been able to find it. You'll be able to find it now. See you over at the new website! Please like, subscribe, and share...over at the new website.

Announcement, I'm moving to a new website. This one will stay up for all the links and stuff to the stories, but the new website is going to have new stories posted on it, as well as the old, where you couldn't get them before. That's all that will be posted there, along with easier links to buy my books. https://maraduryea.wordpress.com/

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The legend of the earthcake is one told in hushed whispers around kitchen stoves, when the lights go out and the thunder rumbles until the ground shakes.  It was a two-layered disaster, bleeding Bavarian cream as the fault line widened to extraordinary proportions. The people fled in terror as the white magma spilled from the open crevice, a wound in the realm of Cakedom. And then the chocolate meteors fell like heavy kisses from the sky. Something rose over the horizon of this magnificent disaster. It was the number 33! What did it mean? From whence had it come? In the next moment, it lit in a ring of fire, destroying all who were left behind. Chocolate, cream, and kisses were their besotted lot. And then it was all gone in an instant and there was nothing left but the crumbs.