Click here to read this story from the beginning. Momma Crown sighed for the twenty-second time that day as she entered the living room and approached her mother-in-law, who was standing at the picture window in the front of the room. “Tell me, Mother,” she queried, “why […]
Click here to read this story from the beginning. Before Momma Crown could counsel her child that it was entirely possible to be popular without being a miniature slut, there was a clatter as Granny Crown traipsed into the kitchen from the living room. “Mother!” exclaimed Momma […]
Note: Here’s a little series that I used to run annually about this time on one of my blogs, although it’s been dormant for a few years now. I can see in the ancient archives that I have already shoved this one out here on Bonnywood Manor multiple […]
Norma: “Come into my arms, my love. Let me show my world to you.” Director: “Cut! Norma, you’re off script. And why do you look like you’re one morphine drip away from a sanitarium? You’re supposed to be on the verge of rapturous love-making with the man that […]
Note: We’re meandering our way toward the anniversary of a sad milestone that you will not be familiar with and do not know. Years ago, a good friend of mine was dealing with the sudden passing of her brother, and I stumbled my way through the following poem […]
FBI Agent Smith knew that a nest of Russian spies was operating in the Theater District, and he knew that they were posing as bankers, but he couldn’t quite figure out exactly which building he should start searching first… Aggressive man in a greasy overcoat who suddenly appeared […]
Note: I am currently participating in National Novel Writing Month, which runs through the end of November. Despite the valid and understandable assumption that some of you may run screaming away from this pronouncement, please continue. There could be some nuggets here you might appreciate. This is my […]
Click here to read this story from the beginning… Tupper Ware hit a button on her phone and slipped it into one of her designer, gin-scented pockets, then turned to her friend, Plexi Glass, and her lover, Tinted Glass. “Okay, here’s the deal. Apparently, the only way […]
Click here to read this story from the beginning… Tupper Ware turned her attention from her phone to her friend Plexi Glass, who was semi-consoling her undead husband, Tinted, as they crouched on opposite sides of the iron bars of a wine cellar/impromptu prison. “I’m on hold […]
Click here to read this story from the beginning… Plexi Glass and Tupper Ware were in the cobwebby basement of Plexi’s massive abode, standing in front of the gated wine cellar wherein Plexi’s undead husband was being held against his undead will. Tinted Glass, the Lazarus-esque husband, […]
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