Short Story Sunday: Pixie Dust
“You have to sing to them Max.” “I’m not singing to a demon.” “They’re not that different from angels.” “I don’t … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Pixie Dust
“You have to sing to them Max.” “I’m not singing to a demon.” “They’re not that different from angels.” “I don’t … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Pixie Dust
A Story For Saturday. I’ll be returning next Saturday with a regular or semi-regular features. Today you get a story. … Continue reading When You Grow Old
“I only picked a rose. Just one rose, and now I must be his,” said Papa as he packed his … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Beauty
We had seen her wearing a veil to cover a bruised face. We could smell blood where her skin has … Continue reading Nailed to the floor
“I’m not going to crawl under a building again. It is going to be a hundred degrees out today. That … Continue reading When in doubt wear a dress
So you wanna be a Vampire? I get messages and questions along these lines from time to time. There is … Continue reading An odd blog exchange.
I first posted in 2013 but it is worth revisiting from time to time, even if you don’t have teens. … Continue reading Why something simple like hanging a spoon off your nose is so important (to a Vampire teen)
I believe I’ve used the frog story before, but I shall tell it again. Put a cold cast iron skillet … Continue reading Frogs, Love, and Hell