Midnight Snack and Other Fairy Tales

Midnight Snack and Other Fairy Tales

Diane Duane

Language: English

Pages: 191

ISBN: 2:00214257

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Midnight Snack and Other Fairy Tales

Diane Duane

Language: English

Pages: 191

ISBN: 2:00214257

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


This second collection of (mostly) short fiction from Diane Duane features tales based on folklore, ghost stories and fairy tales with a modern twist.

The stories in the collection include:

First Readthrough: How you do the casting for a fairy tale… and what can go wrong while you do.

The Dovrefell Cat: Your pet polar bear may sometimes be a problem, but there’s one night of the year when he shines.

…Under My Skin: Some first dates just don’t work out the way you think they will: not at all.

A Swiss Story: Lots of people from that part of the world have something in their lives from "during the War". But not many have anything like this…

Blank Check: A most unusual client turns up at one of the world’s oldest banks with an impossible request… which nonetheless must be fulfilled.

Don’t Put That In Your Mouth, You Don’t Know Where It’s Been: A would-be worshipper of the Triple Goddess has her upcountry ritual disturbed by something very odd.

The House: A school project examining gingerbread as a structural element turns into something way more personal.

Cold Case: A cop who won’t take no for an answer meets a murder victim who’s even more stubborn than he is.

The title work, Midnight Snack: "Dad came down with the flu that week, so I had to go down to the subway and feed the unicorns…"

And completing the collection, a full-length feature film screenplay, Dead & Breakfast: a ghost story with computers.

Stabs at Happiness: 13 Stories

Ribofunk

Gutshot: Stories

The Collected Stories

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ditched after all. Oh, jeez, just look at the poor guy, Caroline thought, as she headed in that direction. One beer with him won’t hurt, no matter how much of a bore he turns out to be. “So where are we going exactly?” he said, as they went through the glass buzzer-door. He actually held it for her: old-fashioned manners, how nice… “There’s a place down at the corner of Central Park West,” she said. “Their happy hour just started, and the prices aren’t too bad…” “Sounds excellent,” Matiyas

say more, because Peppino, the broad, dark, rotund boss of the restaurant, had spotted her coming in the door and was already advancing. “Carolina, bella, finally you come with a friend!” She slipped out of her coat and exchanged a couple of updown-Italian cheek-kisses with him. “I come with friends all the time, Peppino, don’t give me that!” “Ah, but not one special one. Sir, may I take your coat?” Caroline was blushing, and astonished that she was blushing. Matiyas slipped out of his coat

never saw the point. Her jeans were all the wrong cut, her tops made her look like a sack of potatoes, her skirts—no, the less Brianna thought about those, the better. Her mother paused in the doorway, looking oddly at her. “Sweetie, you’re looking awfully flushed, are you all right?” The Arthur-blush hadn’t worn off yet, and the realization started making it come back. “Mommmmmm!! I’m fine!” Brianna said, desperate not to be looked at. She launched herself off the bed, past her mom, and out

for same-sex fairy tale characters made it clear to me that something about the local storytelling system was broken. So, locally, I set about starting to fix it. I started writing the foundation material for what would later become my first novel, The Door into Fire, around the time I went into nursing school. It did take a decade or so to get that story sorted into a shape that was worth other people spending their time to read it. But what the restatement or reworking of that particular theme

up the pile again. DORIS And it’s not like they can just go out and get a job. Things are hard enough for live people these days. JOY Yes…. DORIS They just need someone to take care of them, that’s all. Their families won’t do it. One little girl who got killed in the Blitz, she tried to go home and they exorcised her! Others… all the people they knew are dead, and gone on. They don’t know the way to wherever the next thing is. There’s nowhere else for them. Joy gets up, hesitates, her

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