April 10, 2010
The cheesemaker raced along the breakwater in hot pursuit of Naomi Radetich, the Lambeth Strangler. Radetich leaped into a waiting speedboat, turned and squeezed off a few rounds from her automatic semi-automatic in the cheesemaker’s general direction. The cheesemaker returned fire with his bolt-action flamethrower. The speedboat sped off, and the cheesemaker flung his flamethrower […]
April 9, 2010
‘I have to take it with me everywhere. Otherwise, it says it will kill me.’
April 8, 2010
General Malaise was to review the troops, but he couldn’t bring himself to get out of bed.
April 7, 2010
Why did the New Zealand beekeeper climb the highest mountain in the world? He thought its height might cure his hives? No. He climbed it because the queen bee he loved promised to marry him if he would conquer Everest. He didn’t realize she meant Dave Everest, the local innkeeper.
April 6, 2010
I am in the process of going through all of my fantasy stories and polishing them to a brilliant sheen. That is Donkie Ledger up there. He is from the tale, Babbling Jam Hatrack, my current project. The parrot perched on his shoulder is actually the lavender witch of Danken Wood.
April 5, 2010
The reeling psychotic tossed aside her fishing pole and paused to get her bearings, which had tumbled free when her charm machine smashed to pieces against the antique Sherman tank. Rolling this way and that, the bearings bore down taken from the finest geese. The psychotic scooped the bearings protectively into her mouth and swallowed […]
April 4, 2010
What happens when the loon gets hold of watercolor pencils and acrylic paint
April 3, 2010
‘For the great plateful of blue water was before her; the hoary Lighthouse, distant, austere, in the midst; and on the right, as far as the eye could see, fading and falling, in soft low pleats, the green sand dunes with the wild flowing grasses on them, which always seemed to be running away into […]
April 2, 2010
“A haircut, you say. By God, then, sir, I’ll do my damnedest or die in the attempt.”
April 1, 2010
It was Henry’s turn to drive, not that it made the least bit of difference. As pilot or as passenger, he battled terror daily upon entering the extended underpass on the way to work. He could think of no obvious rhyme or reason for the phobia. He considered it to be a simple case of […]
