Somewhere deep in the trackless North Woods, amateur rock collectors — “rockhounds” — Frank Yontz and Bud Klassen made an unsought discovery, the biggest of their lives… “Frank, we’ve got remains.” The lichen-encrusted rock Bud rolled away revealed a hairy… Continue Reading
“Okay, professor — the joists are all in place, so you don’t have to worry about the ceiling collapsing on your head.” The man in a hardhat stepped aside for the head archeologist. Professor Montague, small and bone-thin, wiped dust… Continue Reading
Welcome to another of our ongoing series of author interviews. With EDF’s 1 year anniversary party coming up, we found that we had so much news that to report it here would take away from our interview, so look for… Continue Reading
I sat across the table from Les. We regarded each other with solemn expressions, each putting on our best poker face. Desperation had brought me here. I was hard-up for cash, willing to part with one of my rarest and… Continue Reading
“I had a blow-up earlier. I may be going to jail.” The big, shirtless man who stood in the foyer grinned when he said it. Tammy frowned. “Uncle Les, don’t say that. Why don’t you have a shirt on? Go… Continue Reading
Hal was a strait-laced guy, except for one odd habit: whenever he went into a bathroom, if the shower curtain was closed he’d draw it back. He just had to satisfy some irrational part of his brain that someone —… Continue Reading