Haleigh Overseth
Bio
South Dakota girl looking for adventure in this life. If you like my fiction, check out the podcast version, The Adventures of Abernathy Franklin. See all my links: https://linktr.ee/h.overseth
Stories (17/0)
Don't Look
Mom just won’t listen to me. Why do moms never listen? She says I’m just having bad dreams. She won’t believe me. Its not bad dreams. I know I’m not dreaming, I never fall asleep. I try to. Sometimes I think if I can fall asleep fast enough then I won’t hear the mirror man when he comes. But I do hear him and I can’t fall asleep.
By Haleigh Oversethabout a year ago in Fiction
The Adventures of Abernathy Franklin
Hey there friends! Franki here. I guess this go round, the responsibility of enthralling the masses falls on me. No pressure. Ha! No really, I plan to fully enjoy myself telling a story,so if you’re not entertained, and I say this with love, that’s on you.
By Haleigh Oversethabout a year ago in Fiction
The Adventures of Abernathy Franklin
Franki was absolutely spot on about the Orion Portal spa. Not only did I get excellent rest and relief from my would be hangover, but I also woke up to find I’d received several other additional services. A mani/pedi cosmic style, nails on the fingers and toes matching in a lovely blue chrome with metallic glitter that seemed to swirl and move. A fresh haircut, not wildly different than what I came in with, but nicely trimmed, and with complimentary styling product that smelled absolutely divine. And unless I was much mistaken, my left collar bone, which in youth I had broken and without medical attention had healed with a bit of a notch in the middle, was now entirely notchless, as if I had never broken it at all. Considering this spa also followed the non-currency structure of many of the other establishments at the Orion Portal, that was one hell of a free spa treatment.
By Haleigh Oversethabout a year ago in Fiction
The Adventures of Abernathy Franklin
I can’t say with any amount of certainty what Paris, France is like in my own dimensional version of Earth. I have never been. But Paris in my dear friend Fabian’s dimension is quite a fine place to enjoy an evening of food, drink, consciousness enhancing substances and the sort of free love merriment folks in my reality would reserve for Woodstock.
By Haleigh Oversethabout a year ago in Fiction
The Adventures of Abernathy Franklin
“Good lord! Guess that Abby is having a rough go at learning the ropes.” I thought to myself as I set aside the well composed letter. Being fairly new to this interdimensional travel myself, I felt awful for both the Abby who sunk the truck and Bernie, who’s lovely home appears to be a vacation destination of sorts for other Abernathy’s. If I’m honest tho, I mainly felt relieved for myself. Strange and unusual tho it was for me to accidentally discover that I could will myself into other realities, at least no one broke into my house to either give me a heart attack or to destroy any of my belongings. For being a new kid at this game, at least I’ve not ruffled any feathers yet.
By Haleigh Oversethabout a year ago in Fiction
The Adventures of Abernathy Franklin
I was tootling along at a goodish pace across the countryside in Bernie’s zippy blue Dodge Challenger, enjoying the scenery and with a merry tra-la on my lips as it were. It being a lovely summer day and the landscape in a particularly lush and happy mood, I found my journey highly agreeable. My high spirits, I confess, were mainly due to the simple pleasure I always get from a solo drive-about and not the prospect of what awaited me at journey’s end. Not that I was enroute to my own hanging or anything grisly as that, certainly not. Merely a slight disinclination to the company I would shortly find myself in.
By Haleigh Oversethabout a year ago in Fiction
The Adventures of Abernathy Franklin
Greetings and Salutations Dearest Bernie: Please excuse me if I am taking a liberty by calling you Bernie. We haven’t met in the flesh, but other versions of us with whom I am friendly have referred to you as Bernie, and I do hope you and I can also be friends despite the bad news I must be the bearer of.
By Haleigh Oversethabout a year ago in Fiction
The Adventures of Abernathy Franklin
“There’s nothing like the sea for soothing sore nerves,” I thought to myself as I sipped a strengthening cup of morning tea. I was relaxing on the veranda, or is it a balcony? Raised type of thing, you know, full of outdoor lounge furniture and overlooking this lovely golden beach in a menacing sort of way. Having recently met myself, absolutely in the extra dimensional flesh and not metaphorically on some head shrinking doctor's chaise sofa, I had found myself stepping out of my living room and into a rather long overdue bit of respite from ye ol’ nine to five prison sentence. I wasn’t entirely sure where I was, but if I had to hazard a guess, I would presume I had dimension hopped into some version of Earth in what I imagined to be the south of France. Not that I had ever actually been to the south of France in my own version of Earth or any other for that matter, but I had absorbed enough literature and pop culture to suggest to me that this is what the south of France would look like.
By Haleigh Oversethabout a year ago in Fiction
The Adventures of Abernathy Franklin
It was a particularly warm evening in August when I had a most intriguing, scarcely believable experience. Life altering, I suppose one might say. I had readied myself for bed, brushed the pearly whites, donned the pink pajamas …or they may have been coral…or it could have been persimmon..is that how you say that? Persimmon? it’s not important) …anyway, I was well snuggled in and on the point of dropping into a pleasant sleep when I heard a sound. It was a sort of sudden shuffling or scuffle coming from the direction of the kitchen, as if a body of some kind had abruptly stopped itself on the edge of a chair, and shifted it an inch or two. My eyes shot open, not much use in the dark, and I tilted an ear in the direction of the sound, holding my breath and listening intently.. Part of me desperately wondering why I did not routinely take a carving knife to bed. There came more softs sounds of covert movement when…
By Haleigh Oversethabout a year ago in Fiction
French Villa Abby
After a night of mild debauchery, I was lying in bed nearly over the edge into sound sleep, when I thought I could hear voices. Startled just enough to open my eyes and raise my head to look, I saw the open French windows and remembered I was in the villa. The street below was frequently active into the early morning hours, it was part of why Paris Abby enjoyed the location so much.
By Haleigh Overseth2 years ago in Fiction
Lake House Abby Pt 2
I set aside the well composed letter and had a look about my surroundings. Still no sign of the Abernathy who actually belonged in this dimension with her lovely lake house, which I now absolutely must see from the water. If it is as spectacular a sight as the poor misguided, but articulate Abby who wrote that beautiful letter says it is, I simply must find time for a canoe ride with my easel and paints. Maybe I could give the painting to Lake House Abby. A bit of a consolation gift of sorts. I imagine she must be quite sore about the loss of her vehicle and fishing shack. Not to mention the fact that her home appears to be a vacation destination for other dimensional versions of herself. At least, that was the reason for my own visit to her luscious littoral estate.
By Haleigh Overseth2 years ago in Fiction
