Hi folks, I will be taking another short story writing break to focus on a couple of things: Converting my
“Samantha, please unlock the door,” Karen repeated, raising her voice slightly so Samantha could hear.
“I’m sorry, Karen,” Samantha answered. “But I’m afraid I can’t do that.”
Osa didn’t understand Human the way that Tango did, but she knew a few words here and there.
For instance, she knew “¡Osa Mala!” meant “You have sinned against the gods”.
“¡No coma eso!” was what Juan usually shouted before prying her mouth open. It probably meant “You must offer me a piece of your food in reparation for this sin.”
“Good morning, Samantha,” Karen greeted as she made her way down the stairs. Karen was a kindly senior who wore
A friend of mine (Mmac) recently started a short story blog. Ya’ll should check it out. The biggest difference between
The food gods were called Juan and Kimberly Rodriguez. They were benevolent gods. At least Osa thought so. Osa was
There once was a fellow named Boon, Who played Christmas music mid-June. His neighbors complained And had him restrainedFor afflicting them five months
An octopus scurried over the sandy sea bottom. She was deep in thought, wondering if such a thing as free
There are three things every fairy needs to remember when trying to help a human: Stepmothers are always evil. Marriage
There once was a middle aged witch, Who got a rebellious twitch, She sold her old broom,For a car that went vroom. And