Reading Report September/October 2025. The Papers of the University Of Cosmopoli and a Ghost Table. From Jeff Baker

Reading Report, September/October 2025

I’ve wanted to read the University Of Cosmopoli Papers by Christopher Blayre (pen-name of Edward Heron-Allen, 1861-1943) since I stumbled across a couple of the stories a year ago. Cast as the papers of faculty and staff of a university (collection cataloged by Blayre) the faculty seems to have had a number of odd, supernatural encounters. The stories were collected, but the collections are pricey. But there is a “Complete Shorter Fiction” by Heron-Allen which has all the Cosmopoli stories and more. Got it a few days ago and have been plunging in. So far read “Mano Pantea,” “The Thing That Smelt,” “The Blue Cockroach.” Fun and weird. Some of them were reprinted in anthologies with similarly weird themes.

Finally found and read Elliot O’ Donnell’s short story “The Ghost Table” online. Glad I didn’t pay money for it! If it’s well-known at all it’s because it was the cover story for the March issue of “Weird Tales” which included Lovecraft’s “The Call Of Cthulu,” a very good story. “Ghost Table” not so much. Spooky at the beginning but the explanation was kind of dorky.

O’Donnell himself seems more interesting than his fiction; lots of writers wrote about ghost detectives, but O’Donnell actually was a “ghost hunter.” He published several books of presumably non-fiction accounts of his inquiries into supernatural happenings, perhaps a bit like Hans Holzer.

It’s worth noting that he never collected “Ghost Table” in any of his books.

Also worth noting that when I finished reading the story I thought “Aw, hell, I’m gonna have to write about reading this…”

Oh, and my memory was jogged about this by an ornate antique table I saw which has inspired a flash fiction story.

Read “The Mysterious Food Truck Affair” by Christina Hoag in the online version of Saturday Evening Post. Lots of fun and very Golden Age. Plenty of references to Agatha Christie as her sleuth is a professional expert on Christie. She even ate apples like Adrianne Oliver.

Read Ramsey Campbell’s story “A Life In Nightmares,” a seriously disturbing horror story with perfect campbell touches as well as being very original.

Also read “Trinity River’s Blues” by Chesya Burk.

Both of the above stories are in the anthology “Dark Stars: New Tales Of Darkest Horror,” edited by John F. D. Taff. In his introduction he said he wanted to do with this anthology what “Dark Forces” had done: “Bring horror to a wider audience.”

From what I’ve read of “Dark Stars,” it succeeds.

Been reading through Donald A. Wollheim’s NESFA collection “Up There And Other Strange Directions.” Wollheim said he wrote the stories for fun, and they are still fun!

Started reading M. D. Neu’s novel “Hawaiian Sun.” A fun alternate history time-travel romance.

Got Jane Yolen’s collection “Sister Emily’s Lightship” and read or re-read several of her stories.

Read J. Scott Coatsworth’s “Black Cat” from the Own Voices anthology “Romance In Autumn.”

Started reading O. Henry’s collection of interrelated stories “Cabbages And Kings.” I didn’t know he’d written one like that. “Fox In The Morning” ought to be included in any anthology of stories about secret messages—very clever! I have a collected two-volume O. Henry but I’ve ordered a Selected-Stories so I can carry it around easier.

Read the regular online offerings by E. H. Timms and Kaje Harper. I miss new installments of Scott Coatsworth’s “Down the River.”

And somehow I didn’t read any of John Maddox Roberts’ “Temple Of the Muses.” I gotta get back to that!

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Progress Report September/October 2025 from Jeff Baker. (Actual Progress!)

September/October 2025

Some surprising progress to report!

I started working on a longer story (I’ve been slacking off on longer stories!) and then I stumbled across a file with a story I started a few years ago and wrote out a page or so on this second story. Then I went down to the library the next day and wrote out (in my spiral bound notebook) a synopsis/outline for the second story. I also have a market for it. And I’m hoping to get this and the first story done by the end of the year.

Appropriate as one of them is called “The Yuletide Horror.” (A title I think I should change!)

I did some work on the longer story I want to finish by the end of the year. If I work at it I can have both of these done by January First.

Of course, I did the usual columns and Flash fictions, including finishing three short-shorts in one day (something I am deliriously proud of!) so I feel a little more productive this time around.

That’s about it for now…

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A Very Brief Rainbow Snippet From Jeff Baker for October 19, 2025.

(October 19, 2025)

Every Week at Rainbow Snippets https://www.facebook.com/groups/RainbowSnippets participants post six lines of a work of theirs, a work-in-progress or a work by someone else that has LGBT characters.

I wasn’t going to do any snippeting for this week, but here’s a really brief bit from a mushy, romantic flash fiction I’m posting next Friday. I’m overly proud of the fact that I wrote this (which is as yet untitled) and another flash story and finished yet another one yesterday! It actually only exists in handwritten form right now!!

We meet two thirty-somethings on a flight of steps at a downtown warehouse:

“Okay, we’re on the steps,” Kai said. “And it’s about midnight.”

“It’s about nine-thirty” Richie said.

“Well, it’s midnight somewhere!” Kai laughed. “And we’re under the sign.”

They remembered the night they’d climbed the steps after getting off work late and impulsively kissed; the first time they’d done that in public.

Okay, that’s it for this week. And it’s just about half the story!

Next week, something just in time for Halloween. Until then, take care everybody. —-jeff

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Fillet Of A Finny Snake. Yummy Friday Flash Fics As By Mike Mayak October (October 17, 2025)

Fillet Of A Finny Snake In the Cauldron Boil And Bake

by Mike Mayak

The kitchen was bright and pleasant with the afternoon sun streaming through the skylight. The red, yellow and turquoise of the cups and plates, neatly stacked, gave the room the feel of the Southwest.

Tiresias muttered to himself as he looked in one of the cabinets, staring at the handwritten labels taped to the jars.

“What today…What today? Which one do I need this time…aha!”

He grabbed a small jar with a red lid marked “Mixed Syrian Spices” and set it on the counter next to the stove.

“It would be easier if it was the same formula each time,” Tiresias said to nobody in particular. “I mean, fillet of finny snake, dead man’s hair, drop of tincture of tenderness. And then pop it in the microwave.” He sighed. “But that would be too easy.”

He looked in the cabinet again; at the yellow checkerboard pattern of the shelves, at the hanging cups, at the bottles and jars. Only some of which contained ingredients found at a store, he smiled wryly to himself. There was a capsule of flea repellent he needed to use on his cat, and a little jar of sprinkles.

He checked the ingredients on the counter. All good.

He turned the heat up on the pot of water on the stove, and began measuring and pouring the ingredients into the pot. A cup of this, a pinch of that, a teaspoon of this, most of that. All the while stirring gently, gently…

The smells were overpowering; spices, freshly-turned earth, flowers, wind from the sea and ancient tombs.

Tiresias turned the heat down to simmer and waited…waited…

The liquid in the pot changed color. Green, brown, orange, blood-red and then a luminous blue.

The skylight went dark for a moment, plunging the kitchen into shadow.

In another moment, the kitchen was sunlit-bright again and Tiresias was now a woman.

Much the same face, hair longer, same weight and height but definitely a woman.

Tiresias looked into the pot which was now empty.

“How long this time?” she asked.

“Three weeks,” said the hollow voice.

Tiresias smiled to herself. This year she could wear her witch’s costume to greet the trick-or-treaters.

—end—

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Pink Tires And Fun at the Gym! Flash Fiction Draw Challenge Results For October 2025! (October 13, 2025)

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Hi! I’m Mike, A.K.A. Jeff Baker.

The draws for the October 2025 Flash Fiction Draw Challenge were:

A Comedy

Set on a Space Station

Involving a Spare Tire

E. H. Timms wrote: “Pink Tires” https://thinkingthinking123.blogspot.com/2025/10/flash-fic-challenge-pink-tires.html

And I wrote: “Mister Domenikos’ Wheel” https://authorjeffbaker.com/2025/10/11/mister-domenikos-wheel-flash-fiction-draw-challenge-story-for-october-2025-from-mike-mayak-october-11-2025/

Thanks for participating, and for reading and remember it’s never too late to write your own story, post it in the comments and I’ll link it here.

We’ll be back with another draw on November 3rd, 2025.

Until then, thanks for playing and reading.

—–mike

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“Mister Domenikos’ Wheel.” Flash Fiction Draw Challenge Story For October 2025, from Mike Mayak (October 11, 2025)

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Mister Domenikos’ Wheel

by Mike Mayak

AUTHOR’S NOTE: The draws for the October 2025 Flash Fiction Draw Challenge were: A Comedy, involving a Spare Tire, set at a Space Station. Here’s what I came up with. —mike

Dante Granello was ten. What his parents jokingly called “a dangerous age.”

Dante’s Dad taught at the University down on Jovanni III, the planet the Jovanni Space Station orbited. They actually lived on the Station because Dante’s Mom was the Station’s Gravitic Engineer. His parents were usually busy when he got out of class so Dante hung out in Mr. Domenikos’ workroom on the lower level of the station. He knew the whole crew of the station would look after him but he liked being with Mr. Domenikos, even though rambling around the big occupied wheels that made up the levels of the Station was fun too.

Mr. Domenikos was the station’s main Engineer and de facto handyman. He was old, almost fifty, and he was regaling Dante with stories about the old stuff (“Don’t call it junk”) he had laying around the workroom.

“Like that tire you’re sitting on,” Mr. Domenikos said. “Dates back almost two-hundred years to the late 20th Century. Perfectly preserved, too.”

Dante leaned over and examined the tire he was sitting on. All he knew was it was rubbery and comfortable.

“Ever have to use it?” Dante asked. Mr. Domenikos had been explaining what a spare tire was earlier.

“Not without an Auto-Car,” he said.

“Got an Auto-Car up here?” Dante asked.

“Naaaaah!” Mr. Domenikos said. “None of them down on the planet either. Just those modern hover thingies.”

“Well, maybe we could take this for a ride anyway.” Dante said hopefully, as he patted the tire.

“A ride?” Mr. Domenikos asked. Then they both started to grin.

It started out okay. Dante and Mr. Domenikos bounced the tire around the workroom and then Mr. Domenikos started making engine noises and the two of them rolled the wheel out into the corridor and started rolling it along the slight curve of the wall. The wheel was half as tall as Dante and he started making it bounce as it rolled along, seeing if he could make it bounce as high as his head. That was when the wheel made it up to nearer the ceiling and Dante remembered something he’d heard about the gravity being less up there.

He was remembering the corridors were about four meters high as Mr. Domenikos let out a yell and the tire bounced up and rolled on the ceiling for a moment before angling down and rolling down the wall, across the floor and up to the ceiling again.

When it rolled back down, Dante made a lunge for it and instead he and the tire bounced off each other and the tire bounced on down the curve of the corridor out of sight.

“At least it’s on the floor again,” Mr. Domenikos said as Dante jumped up and started chasing the tire around the bend.

There was a crash.

Dante and Mister Domenikos collided with a technician wheeling a cart full of platters down the hall. They managed to extricate themselves from the jumble of platters, cart and technician even as he was jabbering about barely being missed by “some old bouncing wheel thingie…”

They chased after it again as the tire barely missed going up the stairway but instead shot right into the gravity chute.

“Out into space,” Dante said.

“Nope,” Mr. Domenikos said. “That chute goes up to the top level. Elevator. C’mon!”

A few moments and one high-powered ride later Dante and Mister Domenikos exited the elevator just in time to see the tire bounce through the open door of the gym. They ran after it, almost colliding with one of the station crew who had jumped out of the tires way.

The crew members were scrimmaging on the basketball court when the tire rolled and bounced into the middle of them. One of the players gave it a kick and the tire bounced off the wall, rocketed over the players, bounced off the empty bleachers and headed to the domed ceiling.

Mr. Domenikos shrugged.

“I was experimenting with a new air pressure formula with the atmosphere of Jovanni III’s Moon and some other stuff. Used it on the tire.”

“You can work on it.” Dante said.

The two of them looked up at the tire as it seemingly lay there on the ceiling, like they were looking at it upside-down.

And for years a framed printout of the picture Dante took of the tire there above the gym would hang in Mr. Domenikos’ office.

—end—

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Spend “All Hollowed Eve” At the Food Garden Court. Rainbow Snippets From Jeff Baker. (October 11, 2025)

Photo by Kenny Blasco.

Every Week at Rainbow Snippets https://www.facebook.com/groups/963484217054974 participants post six lines of a work of theirs, a work-in-progress or a work by someone else that has LGBT characters.

It’s been a while since I’ve written about Skid and T’amec, the two twenty-something boyfriends who work in a magical mall in a magical world. In “All Hollowed Eve” https://authorjeffbaker.com/2023/10/26/halloween-at-the-food-garden-court-all-hollowed-eve-friday-flash-fics-from-jeff-baker-october-26th-2023/ they are dealing with “Octobrus.” The only two weeks of the year when ghosts can appear.

Skid glanced up as he wiped down a counter top there in the Food Garden Court. Ghosts were more active right now, some of them in small groups flying around the upper floor and the skylights. He glanced at the wall clock. He didn’t know why the Mall insisted on being open until Midnight on the last of Octobrus. Probably good for business. Not so good on the nerves.

Okay, here’s another snippet…

A pair of ghosts dive bombed Skid and he ducked. He could imagine them laughing.

“Maybe next year we’ll have the sense to be closed.” Skid said.

“Yeah, or I’ll be home hiding under my bed,” T’amec said. “Or under your bed,” he said with a grin.

See you next time ——jeff

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Wheeeeeeee!!! Friday Flash Fics and “A Shining City On A Hill,” From Jeff Baker. Friday, (October 10, 2025)

Shining City On A Hill

by Jeff Baker

Doug was pushing his motor scooter upwards when he heard the voice calling from the top of the hill.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Doug looked up at Tait and grinned.

“Roaring down the hill” Doug said, patting the scooter.

“At a time like this?” Tait said, spreading his arms. “Violence? Troops in the streets? Near Civil War?”

“It’s kinda like the early part of a Doctor Who episode, isn’t it?” Doug said breathing hard as he and the scooter he was pushing reached the top of the small hill. “Makes me give that blue port-a-potty down there a second glance.”

“Yeah, but we’re not ten years old riding our bikes down this hill anymore,” Tait said.

“I know, I know,” Doug said. “That’s been, what? Thirty years ago?”

“So, what are you doing wasting your time with this now?” Tait said, sounding exasperated with his old friend. “I mean, this is no time to be doing this.”

“This is exactly the time to be doing something like this,” Doug said. “For both of us.”

“Both of us?” Tait said.

“Yeah. We’ve been writing, posting, protesting…” Doug grunted as he turned the scooter around. “We’re fighting for ordinary things, like this, right?”

“Well, yeah,” Tait said. “But…”

“But nothing.” Doug said, patting the back seat of the scooter. “Hop on. We only live once.”

The hill wasn’t very steep and in another minute the two men rode down, hollering like they were ten years old again.

And it seemed in that moment that the world waited for them.

—end—

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A Spare Tire and A Space Station. Yes, You Can Laugh. Flash Fiction Draw Challenge Draws For October 2025, From Mike Mayak (October 6th, 2025)

Here’s the draws for the October 2025 Flash Fiction Draw Challenge. Followed by my usual long-winded explanation:

A Comedy

Involving A Spare Tire

Set at A Space Station

Now, on to the details.

Hi! I’m Mike Mayak, I also write as Jeff Baker and I’m the current moderator for the monthly Flash Fiction Draw Challenge, which was started by ‘Nathan Burgoine a few years ago and carried on by Cait Gordon and Jeffrey Ricker. It’s a monthly writing challenge mainly for stress-free fun that anyone can play.

Here’s how it works: the first Monday of every month I draw three cards; a heart, a diamond and a club. These correspond to a list naming a genre, a setting and an object that must appear in the story. Participants write up a flash fiction story, 1,000 words or less, post it to their website and link it here in the comments. I’ll post the results (including, hopefully, one of my own!) on the blog.

As I’m no good making videos I did the drawing offstage. So, the results were the Seven of Hearts (a Comedy), the Three of Diamonds (a Space Station) and the Three of Clubs (a Spare Tire.)

So we will write a Comedy involving a Spare Tire set on a Space Station.

We’ll have the results here in this same space around Monday October 6th, 2025.

So, get to writing and I’ll post the results next week! And I’m putting the 2025 Flash Draw sheet at the end of this message, again! (* indicates those have been used.)

Thanks for playing, and I’ll see you in about week!

And have fun!

——mike

Clubs

*A A Rusted Knife

*2 A Set of Stereo Speakers

*3 A Spare Tire

4 A Moldy Wig

5 A Clown Costume

*6 A Bowl Full Of Jelly

*7. A Circus Poster

*8 A Bottle Of Poison

*9 A Director’s Chair

10 A Bicycle

*J A Hair Sofa

*Q A Crystal Ball

*K A Set of Leg Irons

Hearts

*A A Mystery

*2 A Fairy Tale

*3 A Caper Story

*4 A Horror Story

5 A Fantasy

*6 Science Fiction

*7. A Comedy

*8 A Paranormal Story

*9 A Shaggy Dog Story

*10 A Western

J A Romance

Q A Cyberpunk Story

*K Historical Fiction

Diamonds

A A Swimming Pool

*2 A Pool Hall

*3 A Space Station

*4 An Olympic Stadium

*5 A Palace

6 A Trolley

*7 A Synagogue

8 A Library

*9 A Race Track

* 10 A Line Outside a Theater

*J The Empire State Building

*Q A Convenience Store

*K The Australian Outback.

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Rainbow Snippets Takes A Walk Down the Street. “The French Table” by Jeff Baker. (October 3rd, 2025)

Every Week at Rainbow Snippets https://www.facebook.com/groups/963484217054974 participants post six lines of a work of theirs, a work-in-progress or a work by someone else that has LGBT characters. This week, I’m posting the set-up to my story “The French Table” which you can read here https://authorjeffbaker.com/2025/10/02/see-the-french-table-for-friday-flash-fics-from-jeff-baker-october-3rd-2025/

Nice normal stuff, right? Trust me, this is appropriate for Halloween…

Oscar and Elliot had been driving home from Denver to Kansas City when they stopped in D’Artagnan, Kansas. Not much there. Houses. Businesses along the highway and along the main drag through town.

“Main drag!” Elliot laughed to his husband.

They were driving down the main street to grab lunch. The Mexican restaurant was surprisingly good (“Every serape is a pride flag in disguise!” Oscar whispered as they had sat down in their booth.)

Here’s a little more:

As it was mid-afternoon when they finished they decided to work off their lunch with a stroll down the street and they found the antique store in the shadow of the old-fashioned marquee above the movie theater, next to a Bridal Shoppe.

“Turtle Antiques,” Oscar read aloud from the green sign hand-painted on the front window with, yes, a little turtle at the base.

“Town’s looking like a Gay Mecca,” Elliot whispered as they walked in the door. Nonetheless, they were both glad they were forty-somethings dressed in jeans and nondescript sweatshirts.

See you later with more snippets. Until then, be good to yourself and each other. —jeff

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