I am finished writing. Done. Forever. You see, yesterday my husband wrote this short story. Upon reading it, I gathered up all my classics: my Shakespeare, Tolkien, Dickens, Orwell, and Homer and I threw them all in the trash. I then vowed that I would never write anything again. You see, nothing will ever comeContinue reading “Chainsaw Sharks”
There once was a tourist named Clark. On vacation he chose to embark. When his GPS died, He drove into the tide, And had to get help from a shark. I don’t normally recommend asking sharks for directions but this one proved to be helpful.