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
As the Minister of Propaganda, Vlad’s had it all. Buying himself extravagant presents was something he truly enjoyed, but his favorite was floating on his 100-foot yacht all winter, hoisting champagne with his companions.
When the call came to return to the Continue reading
Always watch where you are going. But the paparazzi never let up, do they? My cool shades are a must, even in dark stairwells. There was an exit sign, right? Glowing red? So pedestrian. Continue reading
The chicken went across easy peasy without so much as a cluck. He rowed back. The chicken blinked at him on the shore in some chicken variant of Morse code. Continue reading
Everywhere Norman went in Outer Space, it was always the same. Rocks, ice and boredom. Then back to suspended animation and off to another dull solar system. Continue reading
A girl with a red bow in her hair approached. “Come, grandpa, come!” Continue reading
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! Continue reading
The store was packed like a tub of multicolored blocks. An oily, cheerful voice boomed: “Snowmageddon! Fire sale! Buy now!”
Walso felt uncomfortable in his ubertight snowsuit. Only yesterday they’d had the global warming celebration. Continue reading
“No! I am the King!” Anger pulsed in his neck. He reached for his eleven-foot long sword.
The hag cackled, like grinding stones. “Gyrpe is too late. What’s done cannot be undone.” Continue reading
If you knew Uncle Sal, the card made perfect sense. My uncle was a cabbie in New York. Boisterous and loud, he loved being the center of attention. Loved hearing his own voice, delivering one-line zingers so fast his audience couldn’t catch their breath. His laughter booming around the room like a cannon ball. Continue reading