Disappearing Art


Abe Table is about to embark on the mystery of mysteries when he believes that aliens are invading his school. Everyday objects are appearing and disappearing. And aliens are, for sure, taking over the bodies of students and teachers.

Don’t miss the adventure. Coming some time in October.

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Abe Table #6…Coming Soon


Coming this Fall… Abe Table’s 6th adventure! The details are still swirling, but the next story may very well have Abe convinced that aliens are taking over his school. Stay tuned as Abe and I both try to make sense of what he sees.

Amazing Dream Journal Available


If you are interested in downloading the free pdf of Abe Table and The Amazing Dream Journal, jump over to The Stories page and check it out.

The Amazing Dream Journal – Part 7 – The End


Here is the last installment for The Amazing Dream Journal. If you enjoyed the story, be sure to comment and let other people know what you liked. I’ll have the full PDF version of the story posted soon. Enjoy!

Abe Table and The Amazing Dream Journal



“That is absolutely ridiculous, Abe,” Liz said. She, Abe and Ray were in the front entry of the school by the office and the crowd was typical for the end of the school day: huge and moving like ants in an anthill recently stomped on.

Abe told the gang what happened to him in detention. It was hard for him to believe, too, but what could he do? These things were spiraling out of his control and the world would soon end in a takeover by Madame Death, her death mobile and an army of kids-turned-werewolf, he was sure!

“Oh, it’s ridiculous alright, Liz. I get that. I’m just saying… they were talking in code and it didn’t look good for ol’ Jessica. They are working together. For sure,” Abe said with finality.

Ray started to talk just as Gravy showed up. “Hey, listen, guys. I’m sure we’ll have Mrs. Whittier again as a sub. Who knows how she is connected with the new girl. Maybe that girl was in Jessica’s class and she saw what Jessica did to get in trouble. You survived detention, right Abe? Nobody turned you into a werewolf or fed you poison, right?”

“Somebody poisoned Abe?” Gravy said.

The intersecting hallways at the front of the school were beginning to quiet down. The crowd was thinning and Gravy’s voice was way too loud. The only thing Abe could do was laugh it off. It didn’t change how he felt though.

“No, Grave. Nobody poisoned me, but that sub for–”

Just then, right in the middle of Abe’s sentence, she showed up.

She had to be over six feet tall. Her hair was an eagle’s nest set on fire. She pulled a luggage carrier behind her with a crate on it – a radioactive symbol was on the crate! This lady was dangerous and Abe knew it, whether or not his people believed it.

Everyone in their group stopped talking and watched as she strolled by. She stopped right in front of them before going out the front door.

“Hi, Abe Table,” she said. “I’m sure we just got off to a bad start. I hope things will go better when I am back next week. Did you enjoy lunch? You don’t feel sick do you?”

Abe felt Liz and Ray turn toward him, felt their eyes punching holes in him. It was a calamity of colossal proportions. She had poisoned him! Just as Abe’s mind was making that connection (and he wasn’t sure his stomach felt well), Werewolf Girl showed up.

“I… no…” Abe didn’t get much out because he was staring (Liz and Ray too), not believing.

“‘Cause I ate one of those lunches and I don’t feel so well,” Mrs. Whittier added.

“Hi, Mom,” the girl said.

If it had been the movies, Abe imagined, he was sure he would have passed out and hit the floor.

“Hi, honey. We’ve got to race to the parlor before sunset. If I don’t deliver everything, someone will turn me into a cadaver.” Mrs. Whittier turned back to Abe and the stunned group. “Goodbye, everyone. Don’t get caught by full moon at night, and don’t let the ghosts bite.” She whirled herself with a chuckle and left with her daughter right at her side.

They got into the hearse and took off. It wasn’t the last time the kids would see her either.

Ray told him on the way home, “I’d stop writing your dreams down, Abe. Maybe we’ve been playing Monster Cards too much. Whatever. Mrs. Whittier seems harmless enough in spite of what she drives. Odd, but harmless. Maybe its all just more evidence for the ghost you have in your kitchen.”

He’d told Abe not to worry. Yeah. Not that easy. One thing was for sure: Abe’s dream journal had been nothing short of amazing, but he wasn’t writing in it anymore.


The Amazing Dream Journal – Part 6 (of 7)


Abe finally faces the Hearse Driver in detention. He only hopes to make it out of there with his life. Enjoy!

Abe Table and The Amazing Dream Journal


A student at Lake Middle School could end up serving detention in the detention room (big yuck in Abe’s mind) or with a specific teacher, which was preferred. Except in this case. Abe didn’t know why Mr. Harrison had to be gone, but he was wishing, about the time he entered his classroom for the second time that day, that he hadn’t been. The Hearse Driver was sitting in Mr. Harrison’s desk, hair flaming orange and going every which way. Only one other student was there: Jessica! Abe was shocked, but he didn’t say anything as he sat down. He didn’t want another detention. He wondered if she had gotten in trouble in 4th period.

“Welcome, Mr. Table,” the substitute said. “I’m glad you could make it.” She brought him his sack lunch and the standard issue detention form. Everyone had to fill them out and the principal looked them over. Basic stuff: what did you do? How could you have done things differently? What will you do next time? He was starved and looked in the sack to see if there was an apple.

As the sub was walking back to her desk, Jessica looked over from the other corner of the room. She moved her hand across her throat like Abe was going to die or something. Like he even did anything to her. He doubted Jessica even knew that this lady was a hearse driver. That she dealt in death and burial.

The sub whirled to face Jessica. “I’ll kindly remind you that there will be no talking or communicating with each other.”

Didn’t have to tell Abe twice. If anyone could inspire fear, this lady could… if you knew who she was. Jessica obviously didn’t know.

“Um, excuse me, Ms. Whittier,” Jessica began, “but normally we can help each other with homework if we have the same class and brought the homework with us. That’s what Mr. Harrison lets us do.”

While that might be true for some teachers and some classes, including Harrison, Abe seriously doubted that this woman was going to follow those rules. She didn’t have to. Abe thought Jessica would have been better off just opening her mouth and cramming her whole left foot in there.

For a moment, things got real scary. The sub walked right over to Jessica’s desk.

Here it came! She was going to force her to take some sort of poison and she’d be in the back of that hearse by the end of the school day. Abe was glad it was not him, but he couldn’t even wish this on Jessica. No one deserved this.

Just when Abe’s skin was crawling and he couldn’t imagine that things could get worse, they did.

The creepy werewolf horse riding girl showed up outside of the huge windows that looked out into the commons between the classrooms.

Maybe Hearse Driver had the demon werewolf do the dirty work!

Jessica’s eyes were glued to the crazy substitute, from what Abe could see, but, she and the lady caught sight of the Werewolf Girl and Abe thought he saw a flash of pure panic cross Jessica’s face.

Some mysterious communication took place, which Abe didn’t understand. But he thought he could read into the symbols:


Werewolf Girl: points to her arm like she has a watch and then points to the front of the building.

Abe interprets: “When it is time, I will exterminate this loud mouth and take her out.”

Hearse Driver: Nods once while blinking her eyes closed.

Abe interprets: “Yes, my child, you have done well. I’m sure her sleep will be permanent. I will pay you at the next moon.”


All he knew was that it made perfect sense for the werewolf girl to be serving the Mistress of Death, and that he was cooped up in her traveling mortuary with someone who had obviously ticked them off, and now he was certain to die and nothing was going to prevent it.

How in the world he could dream up both of these monsters and make them show up at the same time and working together was beyond his understanding. One thing was for sure: he was going to stop writing the dreams down in his journal.

Abe shut his mouth tight and just hoped he could make it out of detention. He wasn’t very hungry anymore.

The Amazing Dream Journal – Part 5


Detention looms for Abe and everyone seems to know. The adventure continues today. A couple of scenes left after this one… stay tuned and enjoy!

Abe Table and The Amazing Dream Journal


“Abe’s dead,” Liz said to Ray when they met at Abe’s locker.

“Well, he looks lively to me,” Ray returned.

“We have trouble, Ray,” Abe said, “and it starts with the sub for Harrison. She is the same lady who was driving the hearse!” Abe’s voice was a high pitched whine like the end of the spin cycle on a washing machine.

“And the girl on the horse is here and she was talking about ghosts – she’s gotta be a werewolf like in Abe’s dream,” Liz said. She bounced on the toes of her feet.

Ray’s face looked like he’d just been hit with shotgun fire, but he calmed down quickly to make sense of things, as usual.

“Okay, slow down, everybody. Slow down,” Ray said.  “First of all, Abe, your hearse driver could have been someone who did a job for your uncle, you know? Maybe that is why she is a substitute teacher: she doesn’t make enough money in the hearse driving business. Go figure. Dark and creepy, I know. But it could be true.

“Second, Liz, werewolves aren’t real.” He shook his head no like he was reinforcing the point to a kindergartener. “They aren’t.” He fixed his stare right into her eyes. “Okay? No. Not real.”

“Yeah, easy to say, Ray. We saw the lady from my dream. Here. We saw the girl. Here. You think that is a coincidence?” Abe’s emotions were wreaking havoc with his mind.

“Abe, look: your mind could have been playing tricks on you. Like maybe you saw the hearse one day at work and didn’t think about it much – I’m sure those show up all the time at the cemetery. And like Pick said those stables produce hundreds of horse riders. Not uncommon to see one there by the park.”

Liz was just getting ready to say something when Ray cut her off shaking his head.

“No, Liz. They aren’t real. As much as Abe and I would like for there to be a werewolf at our school, there isn’t one.”

Liz squinted her eyes and made a pouty mock frown.

The minute bell rang.

“Are you doofs talking about werewolves?” Jessica said, sticking her nose in the little group’s bubble. “Because, oh, news flash: They aren’t real.”

Abe saw Liz stiffen. He thought a lot about the trouble she was causing for herself because she was hanging out with him and Ray. He didn’t want her to have to face more trouble than she already had with her mom and the trouble she had been in at school. Maybe, he thought, ghost hunting and stuff like we do is not the best idea for Liz after all. No matter how badly she wants to belong to our group. Jessica brought him out of his thinking.

“By the way, Abe, the whole sixth grade heard about your detention with the orange haired lady.” In a sing song voice she trailed off as she turned to go to class, “Somebody’s in trouble.”

“I’ve had about enough of her for one day. She’s got a smart mouth and it’s going to get–”

Ray and Abe just stared at Liz.

That was the exact same way she used to be.

“What?” she said. “You guys like being made fun of?”

Ray looked at Abe and then back to Liz. “It’s not that, Liz.”

“We are just glad you are on our side now. That’s all,” Abe said. But all he could think about was the dread of detention after the next period.