Chicken Social was a small yellow chick with good legs, a loud chirp, and a phone. One day he crossed the road and hopped along the road to see if the worms were fatter I other people’s yard, and came to a high fence around an airport. Since he had never seen anContinue reading “MIDWEEK FICTION: Chicken Social”
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MIDWEEK FICTION: Terms and Condititions
“Are you Emir the Inexhaustible?” “You know the answer, sir. You were in here just last week. You brought in a wallet and I tried to turn you away because I can enchant only things I have never enchanted before, and wallets are always being brought to me.” “I thought I hadContinue reading “MIDWEEK FICTION: Terms and Condititions”
The King’s Leg Man
“Sir Comvent!” “Sire?” “I need a new pair of boots.” “I don’t suppose that means I will accompany Your Majesty to the cobbler’s shop.” “Perhaps you forgot, sir knight, that you speak to a king who pulled his sword from a stone.” “Perhaps Your Majesty forgets that Your MajestyContinue reading “The King’s Leg Man”
QUAINTUPLETS: Yvonne and the Princess
Once upon a time, there was a cow in a fairy tale. “What am I doing here?” she complained. “I don’t wear glass slippers, and I don’t have a basket of goodies for Grandma. I don’t believe I even have a Grandma. I can hardly trade myself for magic beans. If I could,Continue reading “QUAINTUPLETS: Yvonne and the Princess”
Midweek Fiction: Principles of Economy
“Mighty big nuggets thus time, sir.” “I know it. Just weigh ‘em out and give me scrip to take to the bank.” “Of course, sir. Your weekly delivery of gold has been the making of our establishment. My wife and I….” “Dadgum it!” “I’m sorry, sir. I keep forgetting.” Continue reading “Midweek Fiction: Principles of Economy”
Quaintuplets: Soapsuds, pt. 2
“Well, um, I, er, don’t dance very much.” Soapsuds waved a hand back toward the ballroom without looking. “One of those other ladies would probably make a much better partner.” “I’ve danced with most of them already. I have to dance with all the ladies, you see.” Soapsuds thought this was interesting,Continue reading “Quaintuplets: Soapsuds, pt. 2”
QUAINTUPLETS: Soapsuds, Pt. 1
In Slingtown, there lived a young woman named Slaughnir, but nobody called her that because nobody could pronounce it. Even her mother, who had found the name in a book, didn’t know what it sounded like. So for the first few years of her life, everyone called Slaughnir “Baby”. Slaughnir’s mother died whenContinue reading “QUAINTUPLETS: Soapsuds, Pt. 1”
Wonder Winterland
I resent global warming. I want the seasons back the way I remember them. It isn’t a matter of “When I was a kid”. It’s a matter of “fourteen or fifteen years ago, I could rely on one really good, solid blizzard every winter.” But noooo, all you people who drive to work andContinue reading “Wonder Winterland”
QUAINTUPLETS: Mirror, Mirror, Burning Bright
All mirrors are magic, of course. Some are more magic than others, that’s all, so we call them magic mirrors. This distinguishes them from the mirrors we look at so often that we forget about their magic. Several mirrors were made which would show any scene requested, or answer questions about things farContinue reading “QUAINTUPLETS: Mirror, Mirror, Burning Bright”
QUAINTUPLETS: Lyall Whistle-Lips
In the damp northern land of Tarrefol, a young man named Lyall worked as a shepherd. Every day, he took his village’s sheep to the hills north of town where they could feed on the green grass. His job was to see that at least as many sheep came home at night asContinue reading “QUAINTUPLETS: Lyall Whistle-Lips”
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