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 […]
At first glance, it appeared that Frankie was merely walking across the kitchen toward the back door. On closer inspection, there were obvious signs he was mobilizing in that overly-relaxed saunter used universally by young men who are trying to appear nonchalant as they attempt to slip away […]
In a stunning surge of creative output, the voluminously-talented Melanie has crafted a third tale based on the Bonnywood Manor story prompts. In this installment, she recounts yet another oratory from the crusty but beloved Granny Mae, mayor of Gravy Bucket, Oklahoma. Enjoy. The Ponderin’ about the […]
I really didn’t mean for it to happen. It just did. The afternoon had been going splendidly. Another session by the pool with my three compadres. Spirits were flowing, naturally, as such procedures are dictated in the international bylaws of vacationing in a country that is not your […]
Pablo de Pato, left: “Hold up. Who are you and why are you in my kingdom?” Scotch the Duck, right: “I’m not sure how I got here. I was sunning in my favorite spot at Casa Bonnywood and then I woke up in a suitcase. It was dark […]
Out of desperation, Marie-Claudette tried sending 500 volts of electricity into her roommates to see if it would make them less boring and infantile. It did not. Originally posted in “Crusty Pie” on 06/13/15 and “Bonnywood Manor” on 04/18/16. No changes made. (Personal side-note to Claudette Maree, […]
Note: Another snippet from the work-in-progress for NaNoWriMo, wherein a wretched plan is hatched… Well, now. We’re less than two hours into our epic journey, and the regret of agreeing to participate in this adventure is already a heavy weight, crushing my soul and eating away at […]
At first glance, it appeared that Frankie was merely walking across the kitchen toward the back door. On closer inspection, there were obvious signs he was mobilizing in that overly-relaxed saunter used universally by young men who are trying to appear nonchalant as they attempt to slip away […]
Earlier this afternoon, I was sitting on a pleasant restaurant patio and sipping an adult cocktail, something I hadn’t done for at least two days, when I heard a commotion in the nearby parking lot. I peered over a well-manicured hedge and spied a vision equally manicured, namely […]
During the Christmas party at the Wee Republicans Country Club, the little urchins tried to behave themselves. But they really just wanted the old man to stop talking and start handing out the tax shelters and regulatory loopholes they had requested on their wish lists…
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