• Posts Tagged ‘Errow Collins’

    The Case Of Henrietta Beauchanson

    by  • February 20, 2017 • Fiction • 0 Comments

    The Case of Henrietta Beauchanson

    An essay by Professor Philip Fowler, as provided by Jimmy Bernard Art by Errow Collins The tale that will be described here is one of tragedy and mystery intertwined. For many years, people have wondered about the fate of Henrietta Beauchanson, widow of the late oil magnate, Philip Beauchanson. The facts concerning her demise...

    Read more →

    It Won’t Cost You a Cent

    by  • December 5, 2016 • Fiction • 0 Comments

    Art for "It Won't Cost You a Cent"

    A letter by J. Julian Watson, as provided by his cousin, Dana Mele Art by Errow Collins Dear Family and Friends, Happy holidays from the Watson family! As always, this December delivers swirling snow, crowded malls, and another annual update from Julian, Molly, Hunter, and Tesla. It’s been a year, and so much has...

    Read more →

    The Giftie

    by  • September 19, 2016 • Fiction • 0 Comments

    The Giftie

    An essay by Sadie Loveday, as provided by Judith Field Art by Errow Collins O wad some Pow’r the giftie gie us To see oursels as ithers see us! (Robert Burns, “To a Louse”) On my 40th birthday, I said to myself, “Sadie, it’s time for life to begin.” Sadie Loveday, spinster of this...

    Read more →

    Steam & Hot Air

    by  • August 1, 2016 • Fiction • 0 Comments

    Steam & Hot Air

    An essay by Tom Hetson, as provided by Zach Bartlett Art by Errow Collins The Pneumatic Chron-Accurate Reminder Siren mounted on our front porch let out two harsh trills in rapid succession, signaling lunchtime. We wondered how it managed to keep time so regularly–most of a clock’s inner workings seemed to have been arranged...

    Read more →

    The Confession of Lyle Timmons

    by  • June 20, 2016 • Fiction • 0 Comments

    The Confession of Lyle Timmons

    An essay by Lyle Timmons, as provided by Jacob M. Lambert Art by Errow Collins There must have been something in the injection, some chemical that made them that way, like zombies, but without the macabre stipulations: no eating flesh, brains, or pathological virus spread through biting. No, from what I’ve heard–in the news...

    Read more →