During the filming of Stagecoach, Claire managed to: a. design and build a merry-go-round. b. sneak up unobserved behind John Ford every day and shout, “Boo!” c. win a substantial amount of cash playing poker with Donald Meek, John Carradine, and Andy Devine. d. steal and later return the stagecoach four times.
Prudhomme Jerico unfastened the hinges of his platypus costume and shucked himself free of the disguise. The land in front of Rose Talisman rose up to greet her with a violent caress, breaking her harmonica. Stebbins Boulder vowed silently to discover why his bath attendant was an elephant. Walking in triumph, Jones wondered how he […]
Pembrook huddled high in the tree. Sweat trickled down his spine, beaded on his forehead. Yes, his forehead was beneath his spine. Was he safe from his pursuer? Time would tell. Or would it? Time couldn’t be trusted, Pembrook thought bitterly. His survival depended on his remaining perfectly silent. So naturally his throat tickled and […]
Mason Jarr felt certain of one thing, and one thing only. If he remained perfectly still, all would be fine. He hired brutes to tie him upright to the wall and tube him extensively so that he could not and would not move. He spent three years motionless attached to the wall, and all was […]
Delvin lowered the green visor into place. The countdown continued. He shortened, flexing his knees in preparation for the leap. At zero, he hurled himself into the ether, hugging hard his torso and pressing his chin to his chest. A silent minute seemed an empty eternity. Then he felt the slow collapse into syrup. An […]
Loon: Today for the 3 question interview we welcome the ghost of the famous Roman emperor, Nero. Your Royal Elevatedness, welcome. Do you speak American? Nero’s ghost: Si, amigo. Loon: Uh, I mean American like in Omaha. Do you speak that? Nero’s ghost: But of course. I speak everything. I’m a genius. Loon: What is […]
Trying not to display the significant amount of trepidation she felt, Shoemaker entered the bait shop. A swift glance found the proprietor seated behind a neatly cluttered counter. Snagged in frozen avalanche down the face of his many pocketed canvas vest were legions of feathered barbs. ‘Moving down or up or not is what the […]
