http://slow.writerscafe.org/EvilBeak The original writings of author Gerald Cox en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776047203 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Yet another Christmas ghost story, heavily inspired by M.R. James and John Finnemore. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EvilBeak/3122795/ A silly variation of the vanishing hitchhiker story type, heavily inspired by M.R. James and John Finnemore. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EvilBeak/2924509/ A parodic re-telling of 'The Green Ribbon', heavily influenced by M.R. James and John Finnemore. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EvilBeak/2924399/                 Theshack stood behind the building in a fenced area that was only accessible bythe back door of the shop and a gate on which a ‘no trespassing’ sign had beenhung on the other side.  Roughly square,it was larger than I e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EvilBeak/1864847/ We wait for the gloamingThe shade of the horizonThe day’s sun’s final breathWe wait for the warmingOf blood and of the hearth andThey sing, cry, call for usWe wait for the words toGive life back to the passed thatWere bone, blood, bile and fleshWere killed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EvilBeak/1864367/ ‘Now, back ‘fore the war - theCivil War - all this land here belonged to a man named Chester Ashe  who bought it right as Georgia was setting upland lotteries to encourage settlement when the Cherokee Indians movedout.  There’s not too much land up thisway that&rs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EvilBeak/1863786/                 Oneof the issues one runs into when becoming a career writer and storyteller isthat one is often asked to attend, or more likely conduct, speaking engagementssuch as a recent one requested by my best friend from college, now a professor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EvilBeak/1863785/ One man's search for highway roadside adventure. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EvilBeak/1863783/ Their bare feet kicked up the dry dust from the street asthey ran, he and his friend, Godswind and Yellowleaf.  There was no traffic today; no horses, nocarts, hardly any people.  It seemed tothe two of them as though they had the village square to themselves.  The festivities h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EvilBeak/1862926/