Noel T. Cumberland
Bio
Noel T. Cumberland is always looking for the bizarre twist in everything he writes. He is published on the Scarlet Leaf Review, and Flash Fiction Magazine. He lives in Tucson with his wife, two sons, and a pair of interesting cats.
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The Return of Doctor Mandible
Doctor Mandible tightened his hands on the viewfinder. It was mounted, solid, to the console in front of the window, but the rage-shaking of his body made it look like the instrument might tumble from its perch and shatter on the floor. A rodent crossed the floor, then stopped and ran back through the crack in the wall where it had entered.
By Noel T. Cumberland8 months ago in Horror
Meanwhile, Back On The Farm
--Okay, Here’s The Plan-- Ricky was certain his Fourth-Grade year was going to be the best ever. He knew everything there was to know about football, and soccer, and he was sure he was the fastest runner in the county. He was going to win every race and every trophy, and he was never going to lose a game.
By Noel T. Cumberland11 months ago in Fiction
Goal
My aspirations Lofty and oh so alive Rain down on me now
By Noel T. Cumberlandabout a year ago in Poets
Master of Muppets
Lizzy just stared at me, unblinking and arrogant; like always. Her glassy eyes framed by fuzzy ochre flesh bored a hole through my soul, just like she had since I was four years old. Her facial expressions ostensibly guided by the hand inside of her, but I knew different. I knew Lizzy was the REAL puppeteer, controlling her hapless lackey under the false floor. But today would be different. Today was to be the culmination of all my experiments. Lizzy was about to be mine.
By Noel T. Cumberlandabout a year ago in Fiction
Page Thirty-Seven. Runner-Up in the Whodunit Challenge. Top Story - January 2024.
Page Thirty-Seven I approached the building slower than usual, concentrating on the echo of my shoes. Footsteps bouncing off the walls, then getting sucked into the alley like a baby finishing off its first bottle of the day. Looking up at the door, I felt a familiar tightness; a brief but serious consideration of what I’d do if I wet myself.
By Noel T. Cumberland2 years ago in Criminal
