Phillip W Parsons : Writing

Open Letter To The Time Traveler In My Basement

Open Letter To The Time Traveler In My Basement

A Chapter by Phillip W Parsons


Dear sir or madam, To be sure, it is with great frustration I write this open letter. You see, I have begun to notice, over the past few months, evide..
Pen Pal Letters, Part 1

Pen Pal Letters, Part 1

A Chapter by Phillip W Parsons


September 23rd, 198(?)Dear Alexey, My name is Simon Peterson. I am eleven. I live in Renton, Washington in America. My school has started a Sister Cit..
Message In A Bottle

Message In A Bottle

A Chapter by Phillip W Parsons


To anyone at all, My name is Charles Davenbury and I am the captain of the ghost-yacht Mara-Nara, which went missing many decades ago while sailing th..
Letter Of Assurance

Letter Of Assurance

A Chapter by Phillip W Parsons


Dear concerned parents of prospective campers, Many of you have reached out over the past week seeking to cancel your children's sleep-away vacations..
Cover Letter

Cover Letter

A Chapter by Phillip W Parsons


February 9, 1957Morris D RouffHiring Manager/"Creator"Formula 409 Corporation1522 E. Graves Rd.Transyltucky, Ma.Greetings, My name is Count Viktor Clo..
Letter from a child to an astronaut.

Letter from a child to an astronaut.

A Chapter by Phillip W Parsons


Dear astronaut, Are you safe up there? We are not safe down here. They stopped school because of the virus. I did not think I would miss school. I do...
Gale

Gale

A Story by Phillip W Parsons


She stood there, that someone I knew, arms crossed in obvious displeasure. The sky swelled with a stale autumn storm and leaves voluntarily abandoned..
Old Fashioned

Old Fashioned

A Poem by Phillip W Parsons


She said, "You smell like bourbon." I smiled and whispered to her, "You smell like oranges and taste like cherries. Don't be bitter, s..
Inheritance

Inheritance

A Chapter by Phillip W Parsons


A trusted family member has unleashed a diabolical plot to off his kin! The trap is set as one by one their own survival instincts become the tools o..
The Staff

The Staff

A Chapter by Phillip W Parsons


Somewhere in the lower levels of a most unusual mall there exists (or does there?) a modest conference room used by the powerful, if not invisible, i..