Morning dawned and found Havirk and the dwarf walking the streets of Westwind, where Havirk found out more about the dwarf. His name was Stornami Greyhand, he had been an acrobat for 24 years, and he had been driven out of his home by shadow dragons. When they finished verbally abusing dragons, orcs, and monstrous … Continue reading Predator, Chapter 3: The Red Rouge.

There it was again. Crawling slowly up the side of my brown carseat. It was very captivating, that ant. It never went in one direction, it always was scurrying around everywhere. That ant looked so innocent to my wondering two-year-old eyes. Suddenly, it disappeared from view over the side of the booster. Oh why do … Continue reading Grandma’s Zillion Chips Chocolate-Drop Cookies

so, you might be wondering about the title. I got this idea from a Calvin and Hobbes strip, where Calvin writes an autobiography with some parts completely made up. I will be realizing these whenever a good idea strikes me. I grew up on a coyote farm in Mexico. I know that sounds weird, but … Continue reading Fake Stories from my childhood.

note: I am writing this all on libreoffice, then copy-pasting Havirk walked home with the other slaves. They all slept in a small hall on the west side of town, all crammed together into about fifty square meters. He grabbed one of the sweat-scented mats and went to the end of the hall, as far … Continue reading Predator, Chapter 2: Unexpected Visitors

Sorry I didn't write for a while. I was moving house. Havirk Flamebreath paused in his work, wiping sweat off of his brilliant red scales. Lifting boxes for the biggest crime lord in the harbor of Westwind was hard work, and he was ready to take a break. His mind drifted as he leaned against … Continue reading Predator, Chapter 1: The Sundering of Scales

im not even trying to write a good story. this entire series is to see how long I can write nonsense before I start getting counseling. They came back up out of the pond. Iris was patting a geranium. He straightened up. 'Well? How'd it go?' the eye asked. Elsie avoided his gaze. 'She said … Continue reading Inside the Mind, part 5: I’m tired of these monkey fighting robots in this Monday to Friday town!

In which hope is needed more than ever. Dedicated to the firstborn Ingalls, as usual. No such miracle occurred. Instead, the machine slowly powered down, and the screaming followed its example. The dark silhouette of the woman's head dropped to her heaving chest. All around the laboratory, scientists dashed about, and technicians pattered away furiously … Continue reading The Zwillings Part 3

long title. apparently it can go on forever. also there's no wasp. yet. As Dylan plunged through the water, a million thoughts ran through his head. This was a bad idea 2. Is she fat? 3. I wonder if she'll be mad at us 4. Well, she will. I would if two strangers jumped into … Continue reading Inside the Mind, part 4: Rotting Hands, Twisted Spines, and oh my word is that what a freaking wasp looks like down here?

The P of DFA was chasing them. So far, he had chased them through the belly of an alligator, the Empire State Building, and the lung of a carp, but he hadn't caught them yet. But Elsie felt it was only a matter of time. Then the ground fell out from under them. The P … Continue reading Inside the Mind, part 3: Save the puppies!