“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”
The food gods were called Juan and Kimberly Rodriguez. They were benevolent gods. At least Osa thought so. Osa was a mutt. A mid-sized dog, with a face like a lab and the brown and black coloring of a German shepherd. Her large feet suggested that she still had some growing to do. She hadContinue reading “Osa and the Food Gods”
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”
There are three things every fairy needs to remember when trying to help a human: Stepmothers are always evil. Marriage to a prince or princess is the best way to reward a virtuous soul. Any time a family has three children, the elder two are evil and the youngest is good. At least, this isContinue reading “Toads and Diamonds and Fairytale Cliches”
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”
Happy Thursday! Here is your weekly limerick: There once was a clothes-wearing hawk. Who attempted to put on a sock. But her talons did tear, So she left her feet bare, And settled instead for a frock.
Here is your weekly limerick! I know a blogger named Dwight.* Who always insists he is right. If you counter his claims, He moans and complains!I think he enjoys a good fight. *I do not actually know any bloggers named Dwight. Such name was chosen because it rhymes with right. Any relation to actual bloggersContinue reading “Thursday Limerick: The Righteous Blogger”