The Broken Typewriter
She dolefully looked down upon her typewriter. How could she write her story without the complete set of keys? She never thought of it before, but one missing…
Of Hair Rollers and Demonic Spells
With ten girls sitting around an altar that was until moments previously a Barbie Dream House, Edna intoned solemnly, “And now we shall perform the banishment…
Where, or when?
He stood at the doorway, anxiously patting down his pockets while looking with wide eyes at the ground around him. “I can’t find the keys.” A somewhat bored…
Busted Hands and Red Paint
Joe had quick hands. Had. Running a brush across a piece of thick paper in slow, jerky lines, he gritted his teeth. Painting was good for him, part of his…
Relations with a Piano
It may sound peculiar to some, the idea of falling in love with one’s instrument. But there are others, those who have fallen themselves, who understand…