“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”
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QUAINTUPLETS: The Horn of Mr. Horner
Mr. Horner owned a long, black car, which he loved. He washed it four times a week, and he polished the hood ornament and the chrome every day. Twice a month he took it to a mechanic named Harvey, who made sure the engine worked perfectly. Because there was nothing Mr. Horner likedContinue reading “QUAINTUPLETS: The Horn of Mr. Horner”
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”
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. 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”
FICTION…TRUE FACTS WEDNESDAY: Peeping Tom
Not quite a thousand years ago, there lived in the city of Coventry a tailor known as Tom O’Thneedle, which was neighborhood talk for “Tom of the Needle”. The O’Thneedles had been tailors for time out of mind. Tom’s grandfather liked to talk about the days when things were tough for tailors, before theContinue reading “FICTION…TRUE FACTS WEDNESDAY: Peeping Tom”
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”
QUAINTUPLETS: Egbert’s Soul, Pt. 2
“I’ve broken my soul!” wailed Egbert, looking left and right for a door in the wall. “I know it. I’ve broken my soul and I shall never be happy again!” The egg had not, as a matter of fact, broken. On the other side of the wall was the garden of the King. Continue reading “QUAINTUPLETS: Egbert’s Soul, Pt. 2”
FICTION FRIDAY: No Cellar Door
“Welcome, oh seeker of knowledge, to the serene sanctuary of Madame Silsallabeth, whose eye sees all and whose mind…oh wow!” “Yeah, I’m back.” “Is that Patty?” “The last time I was here I was Lucid Student Patricia.” “The last time you were here you had two ears.” “And tenContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: No Cellar Door”
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