The Will Chair: Tales From The Cactus House, #3

By Johnny G. Douglas

Tales From The Cactus House spills out the stories of travelers that stop by a certain locale that exist within the desert. Here, tales are spun where they become one with the tales.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Terry A. Parker
• Release date: Mar 10, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386238560

Johnny G. Douglas

Terry A. Parker (aka Johnny G. Douuglas) grew up in and around Center, Tx. He has been writing stories and screenplays for well over 25 years. Bojoe and Sally, his cartoon, ran for over a year. In his late 50's now, he resides in Timpson, Tx where he still writes and plots other childrens, and horror, stories. Among his credits are: 'The Kingdom of Folklore' (Books 1-4), 'Invasion of the Killer Tapeworms', and his cartoons that include 'Bojoe and Sally'. His plans for the near future are to finish two sequeals to his 'Folklore' novels: 'The Legend of Folklore' and 'The Myth of Folklore'. He also plans two sequeals for the 'Tapeworms' books in the 19th or 20th year of 2000.  Currently, Part 1 of 'The Legend of Folklore -- The Garden' has been published with sales reaching the shores of Great Britain...Part 2 was published last Halloween and will have seven more following. Each Part ends with a cliff hanger, so readers will just die to see what transpires next within the kingdom.

Book preview

Let me show you around the Cactus House if you will.  It lies between the boundaries of Texas and New Mexico and is a place where drifters and wanderers alike can come in from the heat.  Within this pub (you might call it) lies many different beverages for the thirsty adventurer: cold, ice beer, whiskey, wine and, oh yes, the infamous Cactus Drink that is derived from the many cacti that originate out back of the tavern.

Once it is consumed , the weary traveler then hears tales from the place's special host: an ancient Indian like none other, dressed as the chiefs of the wild west movies of old, he begins spinning yarns that makes the patron stop his / her drinking to listen even more as he talks about one story after another...until they become part of it...as to say. It is sort of rearwards you fall...like the alphabet being said backwards...like with this tale that I like to refer to as:

The Y Story: The Will Chair

30 million dollars!  I...can’t believe it? he yelled with awe.  That was more money than he’d seen in his thirty-six years of living, or more money than his ten jobs put together in the last fifteen years.

More money than...!  Hell, more money than his town could throw together in a month.  The idea of that much money flooded his mind with wonder.  How many pennies was that?  A WHOLE fucking lot!  He’d be rolling in dough! 

He still couldn’t believe it.  Here he was standing in some remote office behind