Stories by Frieda McRae

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Déjà vu?

Yip and I stared out the front door into thick, muddy blackness. Weather showed up in a very bad mood...

Setting a Caged Bird Free

Are you in a cage that feels like a prison? There is definitely a way to escape. You may need to give some thought to your personal escape route...

Luke 8:21

A musical interpretation of the three part story: A Sad Story...

A Sad Story Part 3

After Mom died people tried to tell us she was coming back as a ghost to haunt us. Whatever they did, or said, was for their own benefit...

A Sad Story Part 2

It was a very bad bad, sad, rainy night that turned into a nightmare. Rain, that is so necessary for life, created unforgettable turbulence in my life...

A Sad Story Part 1

The boy in the magazine with the begging bowl didn’t become an unmarked grave labeled “orphan.” We do not raise orphans; we raise sons and daughters...

The Blurp That Entered My Life

This happened only a month ago and I've been unable to write for over a month. I'm still not sure what hit me...

A Sunday Sabbath Bedtime Story

Sabbath; the last day of the week or is it the first? In any case, Sunday is a day on which there shouldn’t be creepy bedtime stories. Consequently, this story is the happy opposite of creepy and...

Saturday’s Creepy Bedtime Story

This story has nothing to do with the classic drama, The King and I. The king I met wasn’t a Maharaja, but the King was with me as I walked across the unploughed field. He couldn’t stop for a chat...

Friday’s Creepy Bedtime Story

One tends to think a toilet ring is pink. However, this one was beautifully black, highlighted with spectacular designs. No one really appreciates a toilet ring, and if you rated appreciation of this...

Thursday’s Creepy Bedtime Story

Have you ever played the water game Marco Polo? I grew up playing it, but I never knew that it was a dangerous game for children; only children would have dared a dunk in that dark murky green water...

Wednesday’s Creepy Bedtime Story

I have never doubted it was the voice of God, and God who saved me. But I never knew that God’s voice sounded just like my husband’s voice...

Tuesday’s Creepy Bedtime Story

This title of the story is quite literal, only it wasn’t just once, I was definitely upon a scorpion more than once, and, believe me, I don’t like it...

Monday’s Creepy Bedtime Story

What if your husband woke you in the dead of night by saying, “Shhhhhh something’s in the room?”...
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