Disappeared 19

Six Sentence Stories

The plaque on Andrew’s lap hummed, its runes flickering invitation, and the boy dropped his eyes from the strangely familiar face flickering beside him as if in dappled shadow, drawing them back down to the characters carved in the cool, muddy brass; he touched the runes with burnt fingers and pursed his lips to pronounce them out loud. Continue reading

Earworm

 

Picture of Shari Lewis' Lambchop puppet, sitting on a picnic table and smiling.

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