The Quest

Years withered away, yet the quest endured. The company had been reduced one knight after another, until only Percival remained. The curse of his pure heart. Temptation whispered ever louder to sit beside the road in this barren, blasted land and give up. What was the point now? Or then? Continue reading

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Thar She Blows!

Emmitt blamed all the world’s problems on the bullhorn that stalked him. “Get over here!” “There!” “Stop!” The bullhorn bellowed commands, steamrolling his Pollyanna disposition.

For Christmas, Santa brought him headphones. “Everything is Awesome” could envelope him in a sonic cone nearing nirvana. Emmitt was giddy with glee. He knew exactly what he would do. Continue reading

Strange Potion

This is a continuation of Strange Trio Redux.


 

The rain came down in the streets like an ALS ice bucket challenge from the heavens. Miss Hill shivered under the black cape.

“I hope this place isn’t very far!” she yelled. Ms. White didn’t seem to hear.

It wasn’t. After only a block of the cold water treatment, Ms. White stopped in front of a brick wall. “We’re here,” she declared. Continue reading