Author Archives: Russell Dorn

Suru suru SCHLIP!

Suru suru SCHLIP!

By: Wesley Richards the Cat Mayor Suru suru SCHLIP!   Young Saito listened to lots of music— loved the tunes, the beats, and what the lyrics said. The music often burrowed deep to make earworms that repeated songs deep inside her head.   She would listen to songs so many times they would echo on andContinue Reading

I Need a Volunteer

I Need a Volunteer

By: Oscar Burlin I Need a Volunteer                  In elementary school I had the meanest of all teachers.                 Mrs. Poole was supposedly a magician so everyone was excited the first day. But she walked in looking mean and angry. She was as cruel as she was ugly soContinue Reading

Beary Christmas

Beary Christmas

By: Dale the Salesman Beary Christmas               Christmas night was a dark one. I was working at a taxidermy shop. Despite its strip lighting, the shop seemed darker than outside. The building stretched back so far it dissolved into shadows of stuffed beasts and then into complete darkness. The bossContinue Reading

The Depraved Dentist

The Depraved Dentist

By: Gummy the Toothless Werewolf The Depraved Dentist             I’d heard tales of The Dentist my whole life. ‘The Dentist,’ two words, just like that and every kid knew who you were talking about. The Dentist was an actual dentist, but so evil he’d rip out all 32 of a patient’s teeth.Continue Reading

Pretzel Broomsticks

Pretzel Broomsticks

Pretzel Broomsticks Runny Rotten the witch, here. I want to share a simple recipe for one of my favorite healthy snacks.  You certainly won’t need a broom to clean up these tiny broomsticks as these tiny morsels will fly right off the serving tray. The recipe can be altered for however many people want to have a snack.Continue Reading

Emergence

Emergence

By: Sunny the Vampire Emergence When I awoke on that particularly normal summer morning, I found myself changed in my bed into a monstrous beast. Lying on my back, arms crossed as was habit, I quickly noticed they were no longer arms.  My fingers stretched out with a good foot and a half space where aContinue Reading

Le Chat Noir: Blinded

Le Chat Noir: Blinded

Blinded Wes Noyer, P.I. Sunday, OCT 2   Last evening, I nursed a few saucers of cream while I nursed the fresh lump on my head. It had grown so much it was nearly the size of a third ear—making the usual valley between my two peaked ears into a continuous range. After studying myContinue Reading