Podcast EDF019: PATRICK’S DAY • written by J.C. Towler • read by Paul Clarke
Play this podcast now: Podcast EDF019: Patricks Day written by J.C Towler read by Paul Clarke “PATRICK’S DAY” was originally published in EDF on March 17, 2010. J.C. Towler spins tales of mystery,...
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View ArticlePATRICK’S DAY • by J.C. Towler
They baited the trap with a crust of bread because it was the only food left in the house. Patrick huddled behind Leon, soaking up some of his brother’s body heat. Between the anticipation and cold he...
View ArticlePATRICK’S PASSAGE • by Maribel C. Pagan
Aedan, as the first mate of the ship, was given the responsibility by his Captain to make certain that the ship was loaded with the needed cargo before setting sail. Because it was a small ship, barely...
View ArticleA ST. PATRICK’S DAY STORY • by Wayne Scheer
You know the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow story. A leprechaun named Fred, living in Iowa, taught my wife and me it’s true. Sort of. We were visiting our old haunts in Iowa City last March. The...
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WISH UPON A LEPRECHAUN • by Chris Zhang
Frank prided himself on being a conscientious drunk. Sure, after a few drinks, he’d talk a bit louder than usual, and there was that hot feeling in his ears that felt a little too cozy to be healthy....
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