“Master!” “Great Leapin’ Honk! Where in the name of all that’s pretty did YOU come from?” “You rubbed the lamp, Master.” “Teach me to dust in here; I’ll never do THAT again. You’re some manner of genie, are you?” “Sealed into the lamp by Solomon himself a thousand and aContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: Decanted”
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THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: The Five Hairy Princesses, Pt. 1
Monday Morning Breakfast was the best time of the week for Queen Azalea and King Basso. Their children slept late, no guests came to bother them, and no alarming surprises awaited. Muffins and the morning mail: it made for really a peaceful meal. So Queen Azalea was unpleasantly surprised when her husband leaptContinue reading “THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: The Five Hairy Princesses, Pt. 1”
Blood In the Breeze
“Hey, are you the ladies who put the ad up in the coffee shop?” “This isn’t that ad about strict schoolmistresses who give big bad boys remedial lessons in math and manners again, is it?” “No, the one about the buyers for cursed and haunted objects.” “Oh yes, sir. We’re eagerContinue reading “Blood In the Breeze”
THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: The Boy Who Woudln’t Cry Wolf, Pt. 2
Farther down, the path was bordered by tall pink walls that had blue eagles carved into them. Jack did not like these. Little blue dots on the pink seemed to shift as he watched, and the glittering jeweled eyes of the eagles appeared to be following his progress as he and the fox movedContinue reading “THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: The Boy Who Woudln’t Cry Wolf, Pt. 2”
FICTION FRIDAY: Pyramid Power Down
“Ready for that three o-clock appoint…oh, it’s you.” “I’ve got it this time. I truly have.” “Mr. Forsyth, we at the Society for the Proliferation of Conspiracy Knowledge have a lot to do since the invention of online communication. We have bent over backward to try and disseminate your pyramid theory, butContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: Pyramid Power Down”
THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: Coffey and the Beansprouts, pt. 2
Coffey told his mother the whole story over lunch. The discussion of what the cat deserved as a reward went on all afternoon. Mistress Klotsch agreed that any cat who let them have a magic frying pan deserved something appropriate. “Why don’t you take it a jar of applesauce?” she suggested. “We haveContinue reading “THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: Coffey and the Beansprouts, pt. 2”
THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: Coffey & the Beansprouts, pt. 1
In the golden wage, when there were no cats, and geese occasionally laid expensive but inedible eggs, a woman known to her neighbors as Madame Klotsch owned a very successful apple orchard. She sold apple cider, apple fritters, apple chips, apple dumplings, apple pies, and, when the occasion arose, plain apples. And because MistressContinue reading “THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: Coffey & the Beansprouts, pt. 1”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER, L
Two of the crew sat crosslegged on the floor of the Dragonshelf. Nubry, having donned a white Maintenance jacket, was reconnecting the console that would monitor pursuit, of which there had been strangely little so far. “Pass me the rakwet diagnostic.” “Racquet,” said Bott, pronouncing it “racket”. He handed her the smallContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER, L”
FICTION FRIDAY: Reflections
“Magic Mirror on the Wall, are you that most famous mirror of all?” “Yes, Mistress.” “And you answer truthfully every question I ask?” “Been doing it so far, Mistress. That’s two of two.” “Just a plain straightforward truthful answer? No ifs or hidden….” “Let me tell you about that, Kiddo Socko.” “What happened to ‘Mistress’?”Continue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: Reflections”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XLIX
His Imperial Worship shlurked at the straw, but not loudly enough to cover the screams from inside the glass. Then he shifted to his command seat in the control bubble of the Panoply. Lt. Veora, he decided, would have to have at least two of her arms removed. She had supplied the three pillowsContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XLIX”
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