The Lion’s Share Wes Noyer, P.I. Saturday, Oct 1 Le Chat Noir—that’s French for ‘The Black Cat.’ Old friends on the force call me that to get a rise out of me, but I’m not a bakery treat and they’re no longer friends. They’re just a bunch of men and women who don’t know how… Continue Reading
By: Runny the Witch Jericho the Scarecrow The crows have always been trouble. I try to grow corn in my garden to eat and I find only cobs as the crows have already picked all the kernels off. I plant basil and parsley and sage for cooking and they eat the seeds and the sprouts.… Continue Reading
BY: Gilli Fishel The Voice Beneath the Bathtub I enjoy baths—the water, the bubbles, the toys! With my duck float, Tate, there’s nothing that can get me like in the deep water of an ocean, lake, or even that deep pool at school. I thought that, at least… until it happened. It was a school… Continue Reading
By: Oscar Burlin Captain No-Beard and the Skeleton Crew When I was a young man, I served as a cook on a small wooden crabbing ship. I was more a potato peeler than anything resembling a chef, as we had potatoes with every meal and they took the longest to prepare. I’d spend what felt… Continue Reading
By: Felipe Femur The Sound of a Hungry Stomach When I was a younger skeleton, I would go to summer camp between semesters. There, I bunked with my best friend Gummy, the toothless werewolf, in the cabin furthest from all the others. Our cabin was nearest the local graveyard, which was… Continue Reading
By: Wesley Richards Is It on the Menu? The alley appeared empty when I began walking through it. There was, however, a homeless man sleeping in an old washing machine box. I’d hoped to get out of the rain that came upon the city in an instant. As luck would have it, I found an awning… Continue Reading
Let Them Eat Crab Cake The king of the crabs came with the second high tide of the day. Crushing sandcastles with each step, it was hard to imagine he did this by accident. In fact, judging by the smile that played at his sharp jaws, it was safe to say he found enjoyment… Continue Reading
Hello friends, We’ve made it to Albuquerque, NM and spent the night in a cheap motel. The pool was drained, but the beds were soft and there was a great Loch Ness concert playing on the premium channel in the rooms. Overall, we’re sad the journey is coming to an end, but happy to have gone… Continue Reading
Hello friends, The RV is still parked on a side street in Roswell, NM. I don’t know how long I’ve been in the RV, researching, but it feels like days. Runny came in to make some more witch’s party punch for the group at some point and said it’s only been an hour, but… Continue Reading
Hello friends, I can’t account for a few hours. I didn’t dream; there is only a blank period of time from when I was going to bed to this morning when I woke up in the RV. We found ourselves parked on a side street in Roswell, NM. No one else seems to remember anything strange.… Continue Reading
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