Tales of N.T. Ed – Slanted Spines

N.T. Ed and the Ghosts of New Years

January 1, 2021April 16, 2021Posted in Blog, Tales of N.T. EdTagged a Christmas carol, creative writing, humor, n.t. Ed, short story, skeleton, Story, writingLeave a comment

I was not dead: this must be understood. There is a little bit of doubt about whether I was awake or asleep though; I’m still not completely sure whether this was all a dream or reality, but the writing on the wall does not lie. The strangest thing occurred to me last night, which I will now recount to you.

It was New Year’s Eve, an hour before 2020 would dissipate and 2021 materialize, a moment as simple as a single digit changing, yet an immensely anticipated event for cynics all around the globe. 2020 was the year the COVID-19 virus launched its evil plan to take over the world, and its oppressive regime seemed to change the fate of all humanity. Multiple other tragedies compounded on top of this disaster, leading to a worldwide attitude of hatred towards the year 2020. Like many other intelligible citizens, Bryant and I were spending New Year’s Eve at home.

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N.T. Ed and the Farm of Horrors

October 30, 2020April 16, 2021Posted in Tales of N.T. EdTagged creative writing, fiction, Halloween, haunted house, short story, skeleton, spooky storyLeave a comment

So you want to hear a scary story, do you? One that thrills your anxious nerves and excites the depths of your imagination? A mysterious tale set in the ambiguous climate of autumn? Coincidentally, this fine rainy evening has put me much in the mood for telling such a story, and I happen to know a very haunting tale of a skeleton named Ned Theodore Ed and the time whence he visited the Seven Levels of Hell, one unsettling October eve.

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The Travel Sketches of Ned Theodore Ed

April 3, 2020Posted in Tales of N.T. EdTagged adventure, creative writing, drawing, forest, hike, hiking, map, mountain, nature, pine trees, short story, skeleton, Story, trail, travel, travel sketch, traveling, waterfall, woods, writing1 Comment

Writers are writers out of spiritual necessity. Like a plant needs to be watered, writers’ musings must be written. Beyond that, some writers lavish in the limelight, while others prefer their privacy; some write rapidly and publish proudly, while others create with careful ease and seldom share stories.

It is the work of those so sensitive and raw maternal for their writing that intrigues me, personally, and so when my most endearing client, Ned Theodore Ed, presented me a copy of his travel sketches for publication, I felt more excited as a fan of his writing than as a publisher of a new business deal. His deliberate and graceful—yet never timid or dull—language is like a steady stream, fluid and fruitful. It’s as though rather than writing of the water at the water’s edge, he is one with the water himself.

Now with a tremendous honor, I would like to present to you the Travel Sketches of Ned Theodore Ed, a gentle soul who is my esteemed client and a writer whose work I absolutely admonish. This silent, poetic skeleton, ironically, is the voice of humanity’s spirit and what it means to have a soul among nature.

B.C. Spines
Editor and Publisher

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N. T. Ed the Snowkid

December 20, 2019April 16, 2021Posted in Tales of N.T. EdTagged Christmas, creative writing, fiction, holiday, short story, skeleton, Story, writer, writing2 Comments

As cheery, holiday bells ring in the background, I welcome you into our story for today, dear reader! Happy winter solstice and the merriest of holidays to you, and I hope this sweet little tale will provide you with delight.

It was one holiday season not too long ago, when snow was gently tumbling in large, fluffy flakes upon the mountains that loomed above Spinesville, a winter flutter bestowed upon the densely forested pine trees which grew like fur from the rolling mountains—and upon one of those mountains, in his cabin, whose chimney steadily smoked, the smoke mingling with the snowfall, Ned Theodore Ed was rummaging around in his basement as the fireplace upstairs smoldered. The early evening sky was saturating into a deeper and deeper shade of blue, and N.T.’s dinner baked in the oven while he was moving armloads of cardboard boxes around.

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N.T. Ed and the Apple Cider Whodunnit?

October 4, 2019April 16, 2021Posted in Tales of N.T. EdTagged autumn, Blog, creative writing, Halloween, party, short story, skeleton, Story, writing1 Comment

It was an Autumnal Affair, that autumn night.

It was a night that existed after a week’s preparation, a night that was the result of several shopping excursions, hours of crafting and decorating, and outstanding social suavity, a night that culminated from a desire to give the seasonally affected a reason to celebrate this otherwise possibly depressing impending winter. Ned Theodore Ed and Margaret Hadfield worked diligently on this party, fashioning every detail with eager attentiveness. Continue reading “N.T. Ed and the Apple Cider Whodunnit?” →

N.T. Ed and Margaret Decide to Have an Autumn Party

September 27, 2019September 26, 2019Posted in Comics, Tales of N.T. EdTagged autumn, black and white, comic, creative writing, fall, fiction, Halloween, season, short story, skeleton, Story, winter, winter blues2 Comments

N.T. Ed and Margaret Decide to Have an Autumn Party

Ned Theodore Ed, skull in the palm of his bony hand, looked out the window at the darkening early evening, and sighed.

Margaret noticed N.T. Ed’s shoulders silently heave and slump (for this was the way N.T. “sighed”) and paused her knitting. “What was that for?” Margaret asked, tilting her head and looking at N.T. over the top of her wire-rim reading glasses. They were sitting in Margaret’s living room, N.T. on the couch, and Margaret in her recliner; the lamps on her end tables produced an orangey, cozy hue as the light flickered off her hardwood interior.

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N.T. Ed Takes a Walk

April 12, 2019August 12, 2021Posted in Comics, Tales of N.T. EdTagged black and white, coffee, comic, night, outer space, skeleton, space, stars, walkLeave a comment

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N.T. Ed and the Encyclopedia of Dreams: The Epilogue

February 15, 2019February 15, 2019Posted in Tales of N.T. EdTagged black and white, childrens story, creative writing, fiction, flash fiction, funny, short story, skeleton, Story, writingLeave a comment

“Aaaand N.T. with the win!”

The crowd went wild—-or, rather, Reid, Carli, and Talia went wild, cheering and dancing around, as N.T.’s sled crossed over the line drawn in the snow by Reid’s boot. Margaret trailed N.T. by a few seconds, sliding slowly on her toboggan and laughing at her own loss.

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N.T. Ed and the Encyclopedia of Dreams: Part V

February 8, 2019February 8, 2019Posted in Tales of N.T. EdTagged adventure, childrens story, creative writing, encouragement, fiction, short story, skeleton, Story, writingLeave a comment

Normally, Ned Theodore Ed would not voyage into the thick of a blizzard in the middle of the night. Normally, N.T. would not leave the warmth and comfort of a fortified house with quilted blankets, candles, and a room full of books, for the sake of throwing himself out into the cold, harsh, sideways snowfall that raged outside, extending into the darkest hours of the night’s reign. However, N.T. did not find himself in a very “normal” scenario that evening, and so contrary to any of his instincts or preferences, N.T. was suited up in a snow coat with a flashlight in one hand, a sled in the other, standing in the garage doorway of Margaret’s house preparing to face the elements.

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N.T. Ed and the Encyclopedia of Dreams Part IV

February 1, 2019February 1, 2019Posted in Tales of N.T. EdTagged childrens story, creative writing, fiction, short story, skeleton, Story, writing1 Comment

Have you ever had a dream in which you’re running to get somewhere, but no matter how much you try, you never seem to get there? It’s like you’re running so slow, even though you’re trying so hard, and sometimes it feels like you’re not even moving. Well if you do, then you know how N.T. felt, because N.T. Ed was currently running up a winding, mountain road, struggling to get to the dream version of his house; however, to him, it felt like he was making no progress at all.

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