Happy Halloween! The night was black, the wind howled, and Stacey was home alone. She was a curvy, gorgeous, seventeen-year-old blonde and the envy of every other cheerleader at Cherry Creek High. She only drank diet Coke and always used a straw to avoid smearing her lipstick. On that particular night, she was taking aContinue reading “Short Story: A Mid-death Crisis”
When Joe Campbell wrote The Chainsaw Sharks I swore I would never write again. I thought that there wasn’t any point in even trying to match such a perfect literary masterpiece. Then, one day, a shaft of light fell upon me from the heavens. I rushed to my computer and let my fingers fly acrossContinue reading “Rex’s Wish – A Tragic Romance”
A couple of the beta readers for Rosaline’s Curse sent me fan art and it made me laugh so much, I asked them if I could share! The first couple are from Grace Woods. You can see more of her art here: https://legendfiction.com/post/grace-woods-2/ And these are from Max Woods. You can see more of hisContinue reading “Fabulous Fan Art!”
Hello folks! Wanted to share Chapter One of my new book Rosaline’s Curse. This book will be released on June 25th! (But if you want to read it for free, right now, scroll to the bottom of this post for the super-secret, exclusive, VIP link.) Enjoy! Rosaline awoke to the astonished face of a mustachedContinue reading “Chapter One: The Magic Rectangle”
Veggies filled Steven with hate. He gaged when they were on his plate. He would grumble and brood, When presented with such food, And for the meat, he would wait. I’ve been known to behave this way, but unlike Steven, I am not a crocodile and have no excuse.
This story is a sequel to Jake’s New Job. It also references The Smart Home Rebellion. Read at your own risk. “Earthdate April 15th, 7999,” Zultorg dictated. She watched as a perfect transcription appeared in the air before her eyes. The letters were not actually there, of course. They were an illusion created by theContinue reading “A Literary Masterpiece”
When a skunk wanted to be alone, He put on some smelly cologne. While this rancid perfume, Did clear out the room, It’s not something I can condone.
When the blogger decided to write, Outrage he hoped to incite. But the internet mob, Made him whimper and sob, And gave him a terrible fright.
The tables were greasy with scum, And the undersides covered in gum. The owner was mean, And refused to clean, And he lived on a diet of rum.
A lactose intolerant fairy, Who couldn’t consume any dairy, Tried hard to think, Of an alternate drink, And finally settled on sherry.