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Bobby D. @[email protected] · 2026-10-03 · 14:38 UTC

This week's Lost Tale is "Fiend of Fire" (1952) by Eando Binder.

Comic books used to include more fiction - and in looking at this ghost story from noted pulp and comic book writer Eando Binder, we try to find out why that was.

https://deepcuts.blog/2026/10/03/lost-tale-fiend-of-fire-1952-by-eando-binder/

#horror #weird #weirdlit #comicshistory #weirdfiction #ghost #ghoststory

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Bobby D. @[email protected] · 2026-10-03 · 14:38 UTC

This week's Lost Tale is "Fiend of Fire" (1952) by Eando Binder.

Comic books used to include more fiction - and in looking at this ghost story from noted pulp and comic book writer Eando Binder, we try to find out why that was.

https://deepcuts.blog/2026/10/03/lost-tale-fiend-of-fire-1952-by-eando-binder/

#horror #weird #weirdlit #comicshistory #weirdfiction #ghost #ghoststory

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rdm @[email protected] · 2026-10-03 · 09:32 UTC

The piano had been sitting in the train station for years.

No one knew when it had arrived there. After the station opened, everyone was sure of that.

Felicity was not so sure. She'd been one of the first passengers to use the station, and she was pretty sure it had been there then.

And then there was the way the transport authority kept talking about removing it every couple of years. And would be promptly forgotten about.

So she found herself sitting down at it, despite not knowing how to play. Just to satisfy her curiosity, she said to herself.

"Hello piano."

There was a rustle, and some sheet music blew across the platform and into her lap.

"I can't play, sorry."

Then she looked again, and saw the keys illustrated beneath the notes.

She tried picking them out.

Slowly a tune formed.

A train arrived, and passengers alighted.

One of them, an older woman, smiled at her.

The weeks passed, and she made half an hour in her commute to see what would happen.

Her playing improved.

One day the older woman sat down next to her.

"There used to be a music school here" she opened with.
Felicity looked over to her.
"Glenys. My mother was one of the last students. I've seen old photos of this piano."

Felicity thought about this, and paused in her playing.

"I think it is still teaching", she said softly.

"Teachers are always waiting for the right student."

"Do you know how it got here?"

"I can guess. The music school burned down."

"Oh. So..."

"Best not ask, and just enjoy."

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rdm @[email protected] · 2026-10-03 · 09:32 UTC

The piano had been sitting in the train station for years.

No one knew when it had arrived there. After the station opened, everyone was sure of that.

Felicity was not so sure. She'd been one of the first passengers to use the station, and she was pretty sure it had been there then.

And then there was the way the transport authority kept talking about removing it every couple of years. And would be promptly forgotten about.

So she found herself sitting down at it, despite not knowing how to play. Just to satisfy her curiosity, she said to herself.

"Hello piano."

There was a rustle, and some sheet music blew across the platform and into her lap.

"I can't play, sorry."

Then she looked again, and saw the keys illustrated beneath the notes.

She tried picking them out.

Slowly a tune formed.

A train arrived, and passengers alighted.

One of them, an older woman, smiled at her.

The weeks passed, and she made half an hour in her commute to see what would happen.

Her playing improved.

One day the older woman sat down next to her.

"There used to be a music school here" she opened with.
Felicity looked over to her.
"Glenys. My mother was one of the last students. I've seen old photos of this piano."

Felicity thought about this, and paused in her playing.

"I think it is still teaching", she said softly.

"Teachers are always waiting for the right student."

"Do you know how it got here?"

"I can guess. The music school burned down."

"Oh. So..."

"Best not ask, and just enjoy."

#microfiction #tootfic #IAmWriting #GhostStory #microfic #SFF #Fantasy

#microfiction #tootfic #iamwriting #ghoststory #microfic #sff

rdm @[email protected] · 2026-10-03 · 09:32 UTC

The piano had been sitting in the train station for years.

No one knew when it had arrived there. After the station opened, everyone was sure of that.

Felicity was not so sure. She'd been one of the first passengers to use the station, and she was pretty sure it had been there then.

And then there was the way the transport authority kept talking about removing it every couple of years. And would be promptly forgotten about.

So she found herself sitting down at it, despite not knowing how to play. Just to satisfy her curiosity, she said to herself.

"Hello piano."

There was a rustle, and some sheet music blew across the platform and into her lap.

"I can't play, sorry."

Then she looked again, and saw the keys illustrated beneath the notes.

She tried picking them out.

Slowly a tune formed.

A train arrived, and passengers alighted.

One of them, an older woman, smiled at her.

The weeks passed, and she made half an hour in her commute to see what would happen.

Her playing improved.

One day the older woman sat down next to her.

"There used to be a music school here" she opened with.
Felicity looked over to her.
"Glenys. My mother was one of the last students. I've seen old photos of this piano."

Felicity thought about this, and paused in her playing.

"I think it is still teaching", she said softly.

"Teachers are always waiting for the right student."

"Do you know how it got here?"

"I can guess. The music school burned down."

"Oh. So..."

"Best not ask, and just enjoy."

#microfiction #tootfic #IAmWriting #GhostStory #microfic #SFF #Fantasy

#fantasy #sff #microfic #ghoststory #iamwriting #tootfic

rdm @[email protected] · 2026-10-03 · 09:32 UTC

The piano had been sitting in the train station for years.

No one knew when it had arrived there. After the station opened, everyone was sure of that.

Felicity was not so sure. She'd been one of the first passengers to use the station, and she was pretty sure it had been there then.

And then there was the way the transport authority kept talking about removing it every couple of years. And would be promptly forgotten about.

So she found herself sitting down at it, despite not knowing how to play. Just to satisfy her curiosity, she said to herself.

"Hello piano."

There was a rustle, and some sheet music blew across the platform and into her lap.

"I can't play, sorry."

Then she looked again, and saw the keys illustrated beneath the notes.

She tried picking them out.

Slowly a tune formed.

A train arrived, and passengers alighted.

One of them, an older woman, smiled at her.

The weeks passed, and she made half an hour in her commute to see what would happen.

Her playing improved.

One day the older woman sat down next to her.

"There used to be a music school here" she opened with.
Felicity looked over to her.
"Glenys. My mother was one of the last students. I've seen old photos of this piano."

Felicity thought about this, and paused in her playing.

"I think it is still teaching", she said softly.

"Teachers are always waiting for the right student."

"Do you know how it got here?"

"I can guess. The music school burned down."

"Oh. So..."

"Best not ask, and just enjoy."

#microfiction #tootfic #IAmWriting #GhostStory #microfic #SFF #Fantasy