It starts with a visit from your grandparents and ends with third-degree facial burns: the joys of a fresh-fried hell.
I hate admitting things, but I have an admission to admit.
I've been hosting a quarterly spec-fic flash fiction contest for two years, within a certain fetish/erotica genre.
Sophie's mom knew Melissa's mom and happened to mention the sleepover; one thing led to another and here was creepy Melissa, ruining Sophie's special night.
So my wife and I took our niece out to see Wonder Woman today. It was my wife's second time and our niece's fourth, but I'd never seen it before. It was far too late for there to be any surprises but I don't generally care about spoilers. I just like a story well told. And … Continue reading The Old Flame
I bet you're wondering why there's no such thing as bostock. The answer to that is complex, because there are two factors that conspire to lead most people to believe it doesn't exist. One factor is that it's extremely rare, and the other is that it is imperceptible when present. Taking these into consideration, it's … Continue reading The Endless and Futile Quest for Bostock
[A long time ago, a friend asked me to write lyrics for his band. I drew this up promptly and as far as I know it was never used.] Brummie, the big fat Dutchman, He strode into town The sun was setting and the sky was dark And there were few of us around Brummie, … Continue reading The Legend of Brummie