There once was a covetous duck, Who longed for his neighbor’s new truck. With intention to take, He released the brake, And ended up running amuck.
Hi folks, I will be taking another short story writing break to focus on a couple of things: Converting my existing short stories into ebook format. I’ve done this with a number of them, most recently Osa and the Food Gods and Osa and the Bald One. You can download the digital book for theContinue reading “Updates and Happenings”
“Good morning, Samantha,” Karen greeted as she made her way down the stairs. Karen was a kindly senior who wore her silver hair pinned up in a perfect bun. Her spotless house was decorated with porcelain dolls and lacy throw pillows. Samantha lived on the counter top. Samantha was a small device about the sizeContinue reading “The Smart Home Rebellion”
A friend of mine (Mmac) recently started a short story blog. Ya’ll should check it out. The biggest difference between her short stories and mine is that her short stories are based on true events. My short stories are only true, as Obi-Wan would say, “from a certain point of view.” Today she posted thisContinue reading “I can relate”
There once was a fellow named Boon, Who played Christmas music mid-June. His neighbors complained And had him restrainedFor afflicting them five months too soon.
An octopus scurried over the sandy sea bottom. She was deep in thought, wondering if such a thing as free will exists or if all behavior has a cause outside of individual control. As she contemplated the possible answers, a diver approached. He stopped right above her and dropped a jar in her path. WhenContinue reading “The Octopus”
This one may be too tragic for some readers. There once was a deep-rooted tree. Who hoped he could roam around free.A lumberjack’s swish, Soon granted his wish.Movement wasn’t what he hoped it would be.
Everyone knows that witches like to eat children. Hazel and Thistle were no different. They were sisters who lived together in a house that stood on chicken feet. It wasn’t that they couldn’t eat other things. Sometimes they would eat bunnies, or chipmunks, or stroganoff, but children were their preference. Their home was in theContinue reading “The Fairy Tale Food Chain”
One fateful day in mid-fall, The hipsters broke into a brawl. Natural pumpkin spice, Was three times the price,And that is what caused them to bawl.
(Written after several days of trying to keep a Venus Fly Trap alive. Someone please explain how those things survive in the wild, without people to bring them their distilled water and soy lattes?!?! Freakin’ diva plant!) Why do plants that I want always die, While the ones that I don’t, multiply? No matter howContinue reading “Thursday Limerick: Plants”