Waiting in the queue with Diana had been exhausting, but they would soon board the cruise ship and then their vacation could finally begin. Seven years ago, the pediatrician had told them Diana would be a “difficult” child, and wow, had she delivered.
Suddenly, Diana started spinning around, flailing her arms about like a windmill, shouting “Whoosh! Whoosh!”
“Diana,” her mother said. “What are you doing?”
“I’m not Diana, I’m the TARDIS!” she yelled.
Continue reading ““The Difficult Child””
His whole gang was cheering him on. Everyone, except the pretty, new
girl. She was standing alone, looking away.
“Gotcha!” Rick yelled out as he finally caught the bird. “Who wants to
see me squish it?”
Continue reading ““When Lightning Strikes””
The frail little shaman greeted Jacob at the door and ushered him
inside. The house looked normal enough, Jacob thought, apart from the
animals in various stages of being taxidermied.
“Sit,” the shaman said. “I will get it for you.”
Jacob was on pins and needles. The quest had almost ruined him, both
financially and mentally, but this time he knew it was for real.
Continue reading ““It Will Never Stop Screaming””
Jill and Joe loved to play among the autumn leaves, but every time
they did they lost something – usually a prized toy – never to be
found again. It was Jill who figured out the horrible truth. The
leaves were robbers.
Continue reading ““The Web of Leaves””
The chief emerged from behind a pile of boxes, triumphantly holding up a Frankenstein-plushy. “Hey rookie, look! It’s Frank!”
Officer Evans forced a smile. Taking stock of the evidence room with the boss proved to be just as weird and uncomfortable as he’d expected.
Continue reading ““Long Time No See, Frank””
The week-old newspaper on the kitchen table caught his attention. An ad, “Baby Crib For Sale”, was encircled. It had a happy smiley next to it.
Continue reading ““Baby Crib For Sale””
I have to believe humanity will survive this, and that someone will read this note, eventually. You. You’re reading this, aren’t you? Hello you, my dear reader. Let’s pretend you’re here with me as I’m writing this. Please. I don’t want to die alone.
Continue reading ““Stay With Me””