Debrin Case – Publisher
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Debrin Case has been making the story more interesting since 1970!
Debrin Case holds a B.A. in English Literature and is currently the founder/publisher of Open Heart Publishing, a company that promotes, showcases, and opens doors for new authors with its annual anthology
“An Honest Lie,” but also for children through its charitable project called, “The Opportunity Project.”
Additionally, Debrin oversees intuitive writing workshops, writes grants for charities (non profits and artistic endeavors), and is an experienced storyteller, ghost writer, and fiction writer.
Previously held the positions of editor for Hedge Wizard Press, and also co-editor for Red River Review.
When asked of the validity of his tales he will normally reply, “My stories are 50% bullshit… and the rest is questionable, but at least they are honest.”
An excerpt from “Edgar’s Last Christmas”, a short story by Debrin Case published in volume one of “An Honest Lie: Encouraging the Delinquency of Your Inner Child.”
Edgar pulled the other stocking on with ease, and stood before a mirror that had been placed on the back of his bedroom door to see just how ugly a green pair of socks could be.
Edgar wriggled his toes again and again, he squatted and snarled at his reflection with relish (though not the sort of relish one may find on hotdogs, but rather the kind that seems to embellish any description one could use to describe Edgar’s actions) He hopped in front of that mirror, bouncing up and down and smiled so huge, that as soon as looked at the mirror again, Edgar became quite confused.
For there in the mirror for a brief moment was a reflection of himself as he would become and not as he was at that exact moment. It flashed before his eyes, all long eared, hideous and green, holding a pearl pair of crocheting needles, and as quickly as this moment of blatant foreshadowing had appeared, the visage was gone.
