StoryRhyme After Dark: The Inheritance

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"She’d be lucky if she made it through the winter they said. She knew that. Long before they ever told her... She knew that. She had very little breath left and pushing the cart uphill or down was getting too much for her…"

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Mr. Katz is a Zombie Book Signing!

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Author Signing: Saturday, November 29, 1 to 3 p.m. at Thematic Attic Children’s Educational Book Store, 235 East Badillo Street, Covina, CA 91723. Join us, shop local on Small Business Saturday, and meet author Margaret Lesh. She’ll be signing copies of Mr. Katz is a Zombie, book 1 in her Goethalsburg Ghost Squad series featuring 12 year old J.D., and The Horn Boys. (And receive a gift with purchase!)

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Mr. Katz is a Zombie is On the Loose! Eeeek!

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It is with great excitement, and much bouncing, that we at StoryRhyme.com announce--wait for it--Mr. Katz is a Zombie is now available for purchase as our custom illustrated paperback and the spectacular ebook version. Hurrah...!

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Burn Baby Burn Baby Cover Reveal...

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Kevin Craig's new novel cover release. Here. Now...

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StoryRhyme After Dark: Metric Justice

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"The jury groaned and began fanning themselves with their notebooks. The judge then turned to Attorney Shapiro. “Mr. Shapiro, I see you standing. Do you have something you want to say..?”

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I Am She; She Is Me

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The woman bent over, peering into the combination stroller/pram, saying soft things the way a person does with a tiny baby. She straightened, and with shining eyes looked at me intently, saying, “He’s a blessing. Give thanks for him every day because he’ll be grown before you know it.” To be honest, she scared me a little, but I’ve never forgotten her, and I can still almost picture her face. Shoulder length brown hair, slender build, maybe mid-to-late fifties. Her children, I assumed, were grown. She had a story, anyway, one that involved longing and lost childhood...

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StoryRhyme After Dark: Wherever I Go There Will Be A Piano

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“Artists were appreciated in those days! I had an apartment with a doorman. Now I live in my uncle’s basement!” He walked to the edge of the river. “I should throw my flute in the river and get a job as a taxi driver. You will see, Alexis – at the concert tonight the audience will sit with their coats on. They will not even take off their gloves to applaud. Furthermore, all the women will wear house dresses. We are playing for peasants...”

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Bad, Bad Doctor... No Cookie for You!

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Because of my breast cancer history, I’ve accompanied a few friends to their appointments. Either for consultations with their surgical oncologists or to their G.P.s to hear their results, mostly to listen and see if everything they’ve said seems normal and sounds okay. I’m not an expert. Not even close. I have learned a few things, though, from my own experiences. And while I usually don’t write blog posts motivated by fury--I’m an easygoing person most of the time--on this day, I’m seeing red...

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StoryRhyme After Dark: The Purple Isles of Shoals

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"The sunglasses soften her normal, everyday bleak outlook of life on the islands, so does the whiskey sour. In fact Angela plans to have another as soon as she is finished with this one. It is a poor substitute for what’s really bothering her of course, but it’s better than no substitute at all..."

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StoryRhyme After Dark: Westward Ho!

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"Well, we counted out all our money and it came to about fourteen dollars between us and we began to wonder if that was enough to get us out of Brooklyn, let alone out to the purple sage country in Montana. Even Bunco, the brains of the group, began to wonder if we had given enough thought to the financial side of our plan.
 
"We stood on the corner of Ryerson Street and McKibben watching the vegetable trucks from New Jersey roll by. "There's our ace in the hole," Bunco said. "There's the answer! We hitch a ride with them going back to Jersey. They go back empty, see... They'll be glad to give us a lift."
 
"It sounded like a good plan to us. All we had to do was wait for them to dump their load at the vegetable market in Brooklyn and we could be in New Jersey by early afternoon... Half way to Montana..!"

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