Gail Farrelly

Nov 2015 23

The Ghost Who Came To Dinner: A Thanksgiving Mystery Short Story

2015 Articles, Mysteryrat's Maze, Terrific Tales

by Gail Farrelly

Yesterday was the best Thanksgiving Day ever. But it didn't start out that way.
In the morning I figured I'd have nothing to be thankful for. Not when my mom announced at breakfast that she was appointing me "MAN in charge" of the kids' room for Thanksgiving dinner. Uh-oh. I didn't like the sound of that, not at all. "If I'm a man, why are you sticking me in the kids' room?" I asked. "I'm twelve years old, almost a teenager. Why should I be stuck with a bunch of little kids?"

Nov 2014 22

Busted! A Thanksgiving Mystery Short Story

2014 Articles, Mysteryrat's Maze, Terrific Tales

by Gail Farrelly

Sally and Tom Clarkson thought they were born to the manor. The problem was – they weren't. In fact, they were poor as church mice, always living over their heads, always in debt. Now that they were in their forties and there had been no change for the better in their financial condition, they decided to do something about it.

Apr 2014 16

In Your Easter Bonnet: An Easter Mystery Short Story

2014 Articles, Mysteryrat's Maze, Terrific Tales

by Gail Farrelly

LulaMae Harris was 67 years old and her mother had been dead for more than 20 years, but she still followed her momma's advice.

Dec 2013 14

The Christmas Temptation: A Christmas Short Story

2013 Articles, Terrific Tales

by Gail Farrelly

In her 64 years of life, my aunt, Gertrude Shannon, has never met a hot fudge sundae she liked or a stalk of celery she didn't. She’s a health nut who always brags about eating right. Her menu is packed full of items that are non-fat and non-fun. She constantly lectures anyone and everyone about having good eating habits and guarding against obesity. It doesn’t matter if people want to hear the lecture or not. She insists on providing it. What a bore.

Oct 2013 26

Lights Out!: A Halloween Short Story

2013 Articles, Terrific Tales

by Gail Farrelly

Once upon a time there was a seven-year-old girl in the Bronx who had been very bad during the day on Halloween. At least, that was what her parents claimed and they punished her after supper by sending her to her room to spend the rest of the evening alone. No trick-or-treating for this mini miscreant.

Jul 2013 20

Don’t Forget To Take Your Vitamins: Mystery Short Story

2013 Articles, Mysteryrat's Maze, Terrific Tales

by Gail Farrelly

Saturday night and I was feeling quite merry. Not just because there were only five days until Christmas, but also because I had a relaxing evening planned. “Clay,” I told myself, “you are one lucky dude.”

Mar 2013 9

NASA Solves Mars Mystery: Leprechauns Left Gold Dust There!

2013 Articles, Terrific Tales

by Gail Farrelly

When Mars rover Curiosity sent back images of soil with sparkling flecks in it, at first NASA scientists were stumped. But they kept on digging. Finally, they were able to explain those sparkles. The scientists came to the inescapable conclusion that it was gold dust that had been left on Mars by leprechauns.

Feb 2013 9

The Meddlesome Mensch: An Original Valentine’s Day Mystery Short Story

2013 Articles, Mysteryrat's Maze, Terrific Tales

by Gail Farrelly

My name is Marty, and I have a small family. That's the way I like it.
There's just me and my twenty-something owner.
Yep, I DID say owner. You see, I'm an electronic reader, purchased by my owner (her name is Noreen) and brought home two years ago last week.

Dec 2012 29

The Times Square Terrorist: An Original New Year’s Mystery Short Story

2012 Articles, Mysteryrat's Maze, Terrific Tales

by Gail Farrelly

On the day after Thanksgiving the first bit of scary New Year’s poetry, printed by computer on plain white paper and enclosed in a plain white envelope, arrived at the office of the New York City Police Commissioner. Here’s what it said:

Dec 2012 22

Silver Bells: A Christmas Mystery Short Story

2012 Articles, Mysteryrat's Maze

by Gail Farrelly

Silver bells at Christmas no longer have that same old ring to them, at least not for me. Especially a set of bells packed with a Derringer. Yep, that’s right–a Derringer!