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The Jukebox at The Diner is a tale about a Twilight Zone-esque roadside diner in the middle of nowhere with a mystical jukebox that plays the soundtrack of the story. It’s a little bit Twin Peaks, a little Supernatural, and a whole lot of Rock & Roll.
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The Mysteries of Margarete Apel (opens the original)
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Hi, Scribe here. Earlier today, maybe yesterday, I dunno, the tea shop I sit above downtown caught fire. That was not the Sunday morning wake up call I was dreaming about when I was ripped into alarm screeching, batons banging on doors, ordering us to get out, to the smoke in the hallway. Thankfully my 90 year old neighbor is still as spry as ever, and beat me out the door even! Her birthday was this month. Happy Birthday, Nancy! See Mouse? I can digress too! JUST don’t make a big deal about it.
The Epilogue of The Jukebox at The Diner: "Dedicated To You" (opens the original)
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Previously on The Epilogue of The Jukebox at The Diner…About 40 years from now, right about the time Charlie Jones is holding his last campfire, out in Kootenay country Maddisun sits in her rocking chair, finishing reading “A Bad Apple” to all the little ones of the family, who’ve gathered around her just like they did for Mouse when she visited Amanda’s parents. A cheer went out amongst them as Maddisun closed the book when one of her great nieces raised her hand. “Grammy Maddi, is it true that
An Introduction to “Bloody Candy Apples: A Margaret Apple Mystery” (opens the original)
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I was 20 years old when my Abuela and Gran-Pere on my mom’s side passed away. Charlie and I flew to their main home in Saint-Ouen, outside Paris in 2019. It was a 19th century artisian tenement near the flea market district on Rue des Rosiers. I was sad that I was the last… I never told you all what my mother’s maiden name was, did I? Well, that’s not the reason I’m a fan of Madeleine Riffaud. She was actually born right around the time of the events of Bloody Candy Apples.<a class="image-link i
Die Geheimnisse von Margarete Apel (opens the original)
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So in my little part in The Jukebox at The Diner Volume One, “About The Scribe”, Isabella and I talk about how she holds things out from me. She’s a perfect moment girl, ya know. Drops the beat at just the right time. When I don’t know the answer, I just keep on writing, knowing she’ll let me in on it when it’s time. There’s no way I could have layed out these stories, both here and in the novel, the way she did. Not knowing the backgrounds of Amanda and Maggie kept me from foreshadowing anythin
The Jukebox at The Diner Presents - A Habitual Ritual (opens the original)
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As I’m working through the latest draft of Volume One, I thought it would be fun to share something from a character. I’ve always liked this poem of Samanthas. Enjoy. =jA Habitual RitualBy: Samantha SmithI love our morningsOur ritual thingsMe there on my side (of your bed)<p style="text-align: center;"
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