Happy π Day

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The Giving

And the tree was happy.

A girl with a red bow in her hair approached. “Come, grandpa, come!”

Dragonbait

Sigmund had always dreamed of hunting dragons. Old stories handed down over generations. Valor, gold, fame awaited.

He spent years honing copious martial skills, studying to think like a dragon. He learned to track a dwarf by sense of smell. To leap from rock to rock like a mountain goat. To swing a pole ax like a plastic knife wielding whirling dervish.

Princess Pink

The blonde was Princess and liked pink. She was the only pilot in the Space Rangers with a pink suit and helmet. Rank had privileges.

She furrowed her brow and ripped off her helmet. How dare those space zombies shoot at her X-wing fighter! She’d teach them. She didn’t wear pink jack boots for nothing!

Monster Wedding

She stood in her wedding dress. A chill breeze threatened her hair. The church had sublimed, leaving her in a field of bluebells. Darryl?

A manic clown approached with a whip cream pie. Monsters swarmed out of the murk. The clown cackled loudly.

Get Rid of Unneeded Words: A Novel

Mike adventured.