They’re pulling down the Christmas tree in the lobby where I work because “it might offend somebody”. If we sweep every cultural icon that “might offend somebody” under the rug, what will be left of our culture? Unfortunately, it does little good to complain that pulling down a Christmas tree offends me. Apparently, the offense […]
Month: November 2015
There’s Always a Little Truth ….
A two-sentence story: The clockwork beast lay before me, thanks to the advisements of one Mr. Carroll, burbling fluids from the hissing gash I cut through its infernal iron boiler. This Jabberwock would wreak no more havoc, but how many more were even now whiffling through the mysterious, flaming, eye-shaped portal in Tulgey Wood, and […]
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Brand names related to disposable toilet seat covers would also serve well in the bedding industry. I find this significant.
A Shambles
A two-sentence story inspired by the joy of seeing the sun after > 3 weeks of continually overcast skies: The rain stopped and Rebekkah saw the sun for the first time since her wedding night. She heaved herself out of the earth and shambled off between the headstones to find a stream in which to […]
Uncle Cato
I won something! In a drawing held by the inimitable Jeanette Andromeda over at HorrorMade, I won a choice of prizes, the most valuable and desirable of which, if you ask me, was a custom art piece by Jeanette herself. I asked her to please draw Uncle Cato, a character from my novel-in-progress, The Last […]