My father was an unrepentant ptarmigan, my mother a card-carrying bat. Raised in a snowbound cave, I naturally craved justice, and found none. Therefore, it, and when I say it I mean the local death pig, behooved me. Behooved, I made my way into the world of crime via baking. I discovered soon enough that […]
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PRINDELILAH HASTINGS #nonsense #poetry Prindelilah Hastings never was in sight. She hid all day under hay and crept out in the night. She always carried a jar of tar and a stick with which to write, ‘Prindelilah Hastings was here! Oh yes! That’s right!’
5 of 5 stars to The World That We Knew by Alice Hoffman goodreads.com/review/show/36…
gold foil. You pick it up and pop it open. A tiny cloud of green mist rises. You swoon, stagger, fall. You wake up under a dome of woven twigs. You hear a sigh from somewhere behind you. You turn your head to look. There she is. You die.
cupboard which has never to your knowledge been opened until this minute when you open it. No library card, but perched alone on a single saucer is one of those plastic Easter eggs, a green one, normally used for containing a few jelly beans or some chocolate coins wrapped in
THE LOST LIBRARY CARD #flashfiction You have lost your library card. Don’t go into the bedroom again. You have already searched it thoroughly. Try the kitchen. You know the card can’t possibly be there, but nevertheless, take a look. It isn’t, of course, not even in the high pic.twitter.com/yIN9FjzyAF
hill. What did he see when he got to the top? He saw an exact reverse image of his town below. He stood face to face with himself.
Ted, for the first time ever, gazed out the window at the hill looming high over the shoulder of the hotel across the street. I wonder what’s over that hill, he thought. He left the store, destroying custom and habit. He passed around the hotel and climbed the
morning to Mabel passing by on the way to her milliner’s shop, The Clever Feather. Billy passed by on his burro, turning the same grin to Ted at the same time each and every day. Later, after selling a ball of twine to Marlene, as he had done each and every day at the same time,
OVER THE HILL #flashfiction The town never changed. Each and every morning Ted opened the door to his store at 6 o’clock sharp and swept the dust from the boardwalk fronting his business out onto the dust of the street. He nodded the same greeting a minute later each and every
Ghost: Dorothy? Ah, Dorothy. Who’s Dorothy? (I wander off, as is my wont. Ghost ascends through ceiling, hoisted in his basket by a balloon.)
Ghost: What was it, you ask? What was it? I should know this. It’s on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t shake it loose. I forget. Me: Oh, well, never mind. When you were in black and white before the cyclone, how did you get ready to meet Dorothy?
GHOST INTERVIEW #dada Our celebrity ghost for 3 questions today is Frank Morgan. Mr. Morgan, what was your favorite scene in THE movie? Ghost: What? Ah, yes. Favorite scene? Now let me think. I do believe … Yes, yes, I did have a favorite scene. Me: Well, what was it? pic.twitter.com/Tzb785P1Fp
3 of 5 stars to Mysteries of Winterthurn by Joyce Carol Oates goodreads.com/review/show?id…
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3 of 5 stars to Mysteries of Winterthurn by Joyce Carol Oates goodreads.com/review/show/35…
LIMERICK FOR NOT EDWARD LEAR'S BIRTHDAY #limerick The board certified gnat conferred with a studious rat. First they hemmed. Then they hawed. For hours they jawed observed by a modified cat.
YES NO #dada Cool Hand Luke? Yes Cool Hand Milton? No Duke of Earl? Yes Duke of Certified Public Accounting? No Cool Papa Bell? Yes Cool Papa Ooo Mau Mau? No
shredding device. The Orange Triangle sluttered across the floor, as despots do, entered Harlow’s station and ate it. Mewl and Velm, both terrified, nevertheless went about their duties as if nothing at all was out of the ordinary.
in sight. ‘Where’s Harlow?’ Velm shouted to Mewl. Mewl looked up from his bench, peered at the deactivated station and shrugged. Just then The Orange Triangle, high despot, raged into the warehouse. Velm hurriedly began to tally. Mewl turned intently to his
her eyes left and right, centered her soul, and flung herself into the water. The following morning while Sloat Velm prepared for work by shrugging into his smock, he couldn’t help but notice that Harlow’s station across the way remained deactivated and that Harlow was nowhere
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