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Basic Information about Me
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What I Like to Write About
Short Stories: Teddy Bears
by Jess Howe My teddy bear, Austin, grinned at me out of the darkness. There were a lot of shadows in the room where I used to live as a child, you see. Cobwebs hung in many corners, from beams that hadn't been ...More> Write
Short Stories: The Stop Sign
by Jess Howe The stop sign was where Rene lost her chicken, and she didn't think she could flutter over the rainbow without it. So then that was a damn shame; Rene had already been a turtle and a monkey, and she ...More> Write
Short Stories: Unusual Encounters
by Jess Howe That first time I went to Bag Hall up there in the wilderness beyond the town, that started it. That first time was one of the strangest of strange encounters. My problem was it got me thinking, and...More> Write
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Short Stories: Duty
by Jess Howe The thirteenth cat lived in a museum of glass and twine, where everything was for sale. Mistress was an artist, and the museum was a house, a miraculous house with false walls because they were consta...More> Write
Short Stories: The Beggar Woman
by Jess Howe The beggar woman reminded me of my brother who travels on trains. Well, he says he does: Lou says he does a lot of things that he doesn't do. I've never seen or heard of him on a train, per se. He...More> Write
Short Stories: The Little People
by Jess Howe We always said she was an unusual one, but the memory issues were the end of the leaf. How do you contradict the Fairy Queen when she insists that she got the bowl of the Great Dragon Jehoseph just y...More> Write
Short Stories: The Veil
by Jess Howe Kelsa wanted her bridal veil to be the best in the land, and she'd have no bones about it. The thing was done, so she said. She'd trailed lodestone in the brook back of her house every month on the ...More> Write
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Short Stories: Suicide
by Jess Howe "Why did you do it?" I asked the ghost. He was just standing there in my new apartment.
I did not need this. My husband committed suicide five years before, and I was still getting over that. He...More> Write
Short Stories: Irish Eyes
by Jess Howe She had beautiful eyes - the green, misty kind they call Irish Eyes - and a lovely form to her body. Voluptuous, they'd call it. I called it sexy.
"I'll take it," I said. Impulse buying, and we co...More> Write
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