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”
The season of pumpkins is near, And my husband is bursting with cheer. He is eager to see, Spooks and gore on TV. I’ll grab a book and disappear. I’ve thwarted his every attempt to get me into horror. Okay, I watched like one scary movie once. Maybe two, but nothing too gory. Maybe justContinue reading “Thursday Limerick: Married Life”
This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. Actually that’s total BS. Inspired by a true story… Joe had a bad habit. He forgot to eat his leftovers. The back of his fridge was full of plastic containers loaded with food in various states of decay. ToContinue reading “Halloween Special: Leftover Vengeance”
There once was a fellow named Paul. Scary posters covered his hall. He was so very keen, On getting to Halloween, That he wished it could always be Fall. There are two kinds of people in the world: those who wear flip-flops until November, and those who put out pumpkins in July. Which kind areContinue reading “Thursday Limerick: Halloween”
There once was a middle aged witch, Who got a rebellious twitch, She sold her old broom,For a car that went vroom. And then drove herself into a ditch.
I asked my four year old what to write a limerick about today. She said: “Pumpkin eating skeletons.” Here you go: They say skeletons are scary,And when passing one, you should be wary,But a skeleton’s only goal,Is to eat pumpkins whole.They seldom leave the cemetery. *Correction: I read this to my four-year-old and she toldContinue reading “Thursday Limerick: The Skeleton”
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”