The pen is mightier than the sword, but Actions must continue the conversation.
He lay the quill down beside his Manifesto, reaching to close the cap on the near-empty inkwell. Continue reading
But the People Can’t Wait
fiction
Earworm
Credits to Shari Lewis and Lambchop
“I swear, if you sing that one more time, I’ll push you out the hatch myself.”
“Aw lighten up, Schmitty,” Dirk laughed at his co-pilot. “I just can’t wait to get home!” Continue reading
It’s Too Fekkin’ Cold!
The granite was rough and hot under her bare feet. She squatted by the tidal pool, peering at the life teeming beneath her. Continue reading
Lilimor and the Fiddler
Lilimor gazed across the field of wild strawberries into the Great Wood. She didn’t have enough berries to fill her basket, but the fiddle called her to the waterfall within. Its song enticed, one she almost recognized and had to sing. Continue reading
Only in Real Winter Dreams
Spoon coffee grounds into the BPA-free filter, the scent a bright hit in the ice-crystal kitchen. Cat slurps his morning meal, shoulders hunched protectively over his bowl. Continue reading
Valley of the Trolls 