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Monday, November 4, 2013

The Dweller

It's been a long time since my last post. Time is slipping by so fast it's hard to keep up. I promised a poker buddy, Giorgi, that I would post my story The Dweller here on my blog. It was originally published by Angelic Knight Press (under my real name-Yvonne I. Bishop), and is included in the anthology "Satan's Toy Box: Demonic Dolls. If you haven't read it yet there's an impressive line-up of author's sharing their scary tales of a little girl’s best friend, her precious little doll. But these dolls are nothing like the ones you might remember from your childhood, be it your doll or a siblings doll. Alongside all of the other excellent books published by Angelic Knight Press, Satan's Toy Box: Demonic Dolls is available on Smashwords and Amazon. Check it out, you won't be sorry-I promise you. 
Following this post will be a post highlighting the brilliant author John Gilmore. Look for that some time tomorrow.
So for now-without further ado, I present to you The Dweller. I hope you enjoy my little tale about Rose, a beautiful porcelain doll.

The Dweller
Dan and his best friend Buck, a German Sheppard, were frequent visitors at the local landfill, an awesome scavenger hunt territory. They were treading through heaps of rotting waste, narrowly avoiding stepping on the motionless crows and seagulls strewn about. Under normal circumstances, those obnoxious foragers pillaged the dump for something to eat. Tonight was different. An unnatural stillness had settled in the area as dusk cloaked the small Kentucky town of Flatgap, where Dan lived with his parents, John and Sarah, and younger sister Lexy. Although a hard worker, due to the current recession Dan’s dad had found himself without employment. He was trying to provide for his family through odd jobs offering meager wages while Sarah, a homemaker, was now working at the local hospital scrubbing floors and cleaning restrooms. They were poor, but considered themselves fortunate to have, scanty as it was, any means of income. And if the love they shared as a family had a monetary value, they would be the wealthiest family in the area.