COLLECTION OF SHORT STORIES

by
Edward J. Longo

Supernatural Fiction
(a compilation of stories)

ISBN: 0-9713623-9-4 . . . Fiction Collection Price $34.95

1 - An Eeerie Heirloom - $11.95
2 - Silverdust For Fuel - $14.95
3 - The Insemination of Ognol - $12.95
4 - You Can't Do Wrong and Get By - $11.95

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An Eerie Heirloom: For the sole purpose of financial gain, Mr. Monet, the Arles Hotel manager, and Roger, the bellhop, have devised a system of extorting funds by exposing the contents of a mysterious black box -- thus scaring their hotel guests into paying arrears. However, they both receive the jolt of their lives when a mysterious guest calls from one of the rooms and requests room service. When the bellhop finally becomes propositioned with fifty thousand dollars for the contents of the box he eagerly accepts, with the promise that he should keep the transaction a secret.
After hastening down-stairs and hiding in a lady's room stall the hotel detective, hot on the trail, catches the bellhop in the act of counting the money. With the intentions of a possible arrest, detective La Roache assists him down to the lobby where he notifies the manager of the alleged theft. But the detective also receives the surprise of his career when the twosome confess that they had been collecting money from the hotel guests by shocking them into paying back rent. The detective becomes flabbergasted when told that the reason the guests became so terrified was because the black metal box they had been brandishing contained something, not only frightening, but quite repugnant.

Silverdust For Fuel: When Poor Paul, a Harley-Davidson bike rider down on his luck becomes insulted and thrown out of his favorite hangout, Brandon's Bar & Billiard Parlor, he considers himself a loser. After running out of gas again, this time out in the country, he meets a mysterious stranger who promises there won't be any need to buy gas for his trusty old motorcycle, "Julie," ever again. Inevitably, the stranger introduces the biker to a magic vapor called Silverdust, which, together, they hoist from a deep, stone well.
After this experience Poor Paul's life becomes completely reversed. He becomes a different man with high hopes, money and, especially - endless gas. Upon seeing evidence of this vapor, this "forever gas," the heroic biker is entered into the honor roll of "The Lakeshore Wheelers" motorcycle club.

The Insemination of Ognol: On the twelfth floor of the luxury co-op building located on East 76th Street, New York City, Ana and Edward, a limousine driver, get in the mood for a friends birthday party. With music of the 90's resounding against the sliding glass doors they enjoy a few laughs as Edward feeds the nervous fish some caviar. Upon returning at 5:00 A.M. they find the fish lying dead in a pool of water and broken glass on the floor. Then, later that evening after many hours of sleep, they are awakened by noises coming from the kitchen. To their amazement they are confronted by a stranger of oceanic nature at their refrigerator claiming that he had become a byproduct of the caviar.
The couple becomes spellbound as the stranger explains, in incredible detail, his multiple incarnations and experiences with the powers of the supernatural spirit. The stranger continues to mesmerize them as he claims that he has come to earth to deliver the gift of immortality. For example, one of his predictions is that human beings will be able to traverse anywhere in the universe - even as far as 2.2 million light years away.

You Can't Do Wrong and Get By: The McKeehan family lived on the second floor of the shabby, two-family home in Montauk, Long Island. Since they had no running water, Daniel, their nine-year-old boy had to go across the street and pump drinking water from their neighbor.
Although it was 1980, the family was so poor they still had to resort to using an old outhouse, located in the back yard. Snow flurries had begun swirling to the point they were now beginning to stick to the windows. Even during the winter months, Jean McKeehan had to hang the wash from the porch, where the clothes became so stiff she froze her fingers pulling in the clothesline and removing the clothespins.
This particular, cold winter morning the sensitive, button-nosed woman shut off the alarm, scampered to her feet, and tossed her dyed-black hair into an upsweep. Pressing her lips together as she put up the kettle for coffee, the Irish mother of two sons separated the makeshift curtain leading from the kitchen to the living room. In the living room, where Daniel slept, it was so cold there seemed frost on the edge of her Irish accent as she spoke.