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Jonas

3 minute read

Jonas leaped over the barricade and wormed his way through an opening in the quarantine fence without being noticed, his stolen prize held tightly in his jaw...

Meanwhile, at the Hall of Justice

2 minute read

So, it’s been two months since my last post. Christmas is just around the corner and soon we’ll be saying ‘Chuck U. Farley’ to 2013.

Haley's Homecoming

2 minute read

I hitched my knapsack up over one shoulder and got off the bus. The bright summer sun and dusty air assaulted my senses after the long ride. I’d gotten used ...

Thanksgiving

less than 1 minute read

“Good man, where might I find your nearest mooring dock?”

Pickles

less than 1 minute read

Sour pickles that make me pucker, I like to torture some poor sucker. Tell them sweet! It’s just one gherkin. It’s fun to trick, but mind your smirkin’!

Christmas Eve

less than 1 minute read

I’m not a religious man; spiritual, yes, but religious, no. However, it is a long standing tradition to accompany my mother to Midnight Mass every Christmas ...

Black Friday

less than 1 minute read

I tried, I tried, with all my might, To get the toy, I’d have to fight. Through shopping hoards, it was in my sight. I clambered over, jumped and took fli...

Patching Annie

2 minute read

Walking by my daughter’s room with an armload of laundry, I pause to listen at the door. It’s always closed these days with Becky’s preteen need for privacy ...

Manhunt

less than 1 minute read

Leaves crunched noisily under foot despite their practiced woodsman experience. Autumn air froze everything brittle. Rifles slung, hunters like these knew ca...

The Apprentice

1 minute read

She wakes up groggy, and I watch from behind her eyes as she senses my invasion. I drink from her panic, revelling in its energy, so vibrant and alive.

Hallow's Morn

2 minute read

Jackie pulled the collar of her housecoat tight around her neck and opened the door to let her cat inside after his morning romp. She clutched the coffee cup...

The Standoff

less than 1 minute read

Missy’s moon shadow cast long, tail twitching in anticipation; the taste of freshly killed squirrel electrified her whiskers. She named her quarry Nemesis.