Click here to read this story from the beginning. Brief Re-Cap: Annoyed by the loss of our TV signal due to an alarming snowstorm, I have just dashed out the back door, intent on some vague form of resolution… I’m only on the back patio for roughly […]
Click here to read this story from the beginning. Brief Re-Cap: Dallas is in the middle of an icy snowstorm. I’m in the middle of a grocery store aisle, trapped between a duo of irresponsible shopping-cart drivers at one end and an addled woman at the other end […]
Click here to read this snowstorm story from the beginning. Brief Re-Cap: At the end of our last episode, I was on the precipice of becoming a human piñata for a gaggle of shady characters at a shady retail establishment. My sins are many, but in this particular […]
Click here to read this story from the beginning. Brief Re-Cap: In my apparently unending quest to simply drive out of my neighborhood during a snowstorm and purchase a few food staples at a local supermarket, I have encountered a few obstacles. My current station of the cross? […]
Click here to read this story from the beginning. Brief re-cap: I’m in my car in the midst of a rare Texas snowstorm, currently trapped at an intersection that is possibly a portal to the Demon World, and I appear to be the only human left on the […]
Click here to read this story from the beginning. So, I’m sitting in my vehicle parked under our ice-caked carport, waiting for the damn thing to warm up because it’s freaking cold. Two minutes ago, I had been all bubbly about my quest to raid the local […]
Explanatory Note: This is the first installment of a multi-part saga I scribbled many years ago. I don’t think I’ve ever shared any of this increasingly-twisted tale on Bonnywood, but I may be mistaken. In any case, enjoy… So, we woke up on a Thursday, startled to […]
Orson Welles, left: “Why are you staring at me like that? Can’t a guy watch a movie in peace?” Joseph Cotten, right: “Well, I couldn’t help but notice that you appear to be… attending to a self-pleasure ritual that is not quite appropriate for our establishment.” Orson: “Look, […]
Clarissa, left: “Why, yes, Mother. I am feeling a little blue. However did you know?” Mother, always right: “Partly because I gave birth to you and I can sense your erratic mood swings. But mostly because I could hear you from the other room, sighing with the increasing […]
Extra-fresh new note: As evidenced by the latest string of posts here at Bonnywood, I’m definitely in a Memory Lane Mood, tinkering about with older stories. Today’s feature on the remodeled buffet line was last fiddled with roughly four years ago, during the Fourth of July weekend, thus […]
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