“Ain’t one ta complain, Cap’m” said Louba, sliding down the metal slope and landing hard at the end. “But if we got an easy way, me elbows got teeth.” “Why not, Greenguts?” demanded Bassada, reaching for a handhold on the next metal mound. “Got yer brains in yer behind.” The silent, shadedContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XLIII”
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Dragonshelf and the Drover XLII
Lager was shooting in fountains around them, but the pirate threw his mask over his right shoulder. PLEASE, CAPTAIN DEAR, PUT ON YOUR MASK I DON’T THINK I CAN GO ON. I’D REATHER DROWN THAT LOOK AT MORE COPIES OF THAT UGLY LIBRARIAN “There, my pet,” said the emperor, shloorking atContinue reading “Dragonshelf and the Drover XLII”
Dragonshelf and the Drover XLI
Bott pushed the light blue card into the slot next to the fountain of lager, bracing for disintegration. “You’ve been a great crew,” he said, his eyes on the card. One last push, and it was in as far as it would go. And nothing happened. “Mebbe it’s nothin’ but a foodsContinue reading “Dragonshelf and the Drover XLI”
MIDWEEK FICTION: LITTLE HOUSE IN THE HAUNTED WOODS
“This the place to buy magic stuff?” “Yes indeed, Madame. Welcome to the shop. How may I assist you?” “Well, I’ve inherited my sister’s house. She made it out of gingerbread to bring in livestock for her larder but there was a little accident with some supper that got the drop onContinue reading “MIDWEEK FICTION: LITTLE HOUSE IN THE HAUNTED WOODS”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XL
No matter what Bott pushed or pulled or thumped, the ship was going down, down. He had defeated his old ship, filled with librarians, and that was all the amusement the Emperor intended for this particular prop. “Everthin’s dead, Cap’n,” Louba told him. This was unnecessary: the smiling flowers on the console wereContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XL”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXXIX
The ship that might be the Dragonshelf dropped almost straight down on the nasty-looking orange and black one. Nubry had known Bott could fly, but watching it from here made that really obvious. If only he hadn’t been a pirate as well! Her eyes moved to where the captioned dialogue was rolling up theContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXXIX”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXXVIII
At the height of the high white flight of stairs was a small landing and a tall wooden door. Bott and his crew studied it for a moment without detecting spikes, poisoned nails, or opening for projectiles. It lacked even a knocker with a nasty expression. One hand on a grenade, Bott turned theContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXXVIII”
MIDWEEK FICTION: All Write and No Play
“Now, Mr. Edison, about this latest contraption of yours….” “Yes. I call it the ‘autopen’. You sign your name on this template and load it into the machine, and the stylus follows that signature to sign it as many times as needed. It should be a godsend to the busy executive who mustContinue reading “MIDWEEK FICTION: All Write and No Play”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXVII
Bott hit the floor, and had enough experience by now to scoot out of the way before looking to see where he’d landed. The most immediate threat was coming down the chute. “Wheeee-boomps!” shouted Louba, legs spreading left and wide as she tumbled toward the floor. ”Ah…yoo-hah! Wanna watch where ‘em knee bonesContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXVII”
FICTION FRIDAY: Castoffs
“Good afternoon, Madame. What can I do for you today?” “I’m not sure. I found these things in a ditch but when I took them home, I noticed that this, particularly, seemed to attract small birds.” “Ah yes. I recognize the decoration style. What you very likely have there, Madame, are someContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: Castoffs”
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