That’s Using the Ol’ Hill-Noggin! #108
By Lari Vine
Dear Diary, Just heard about this new dealie for how to make a joke. Let’s say somebody is walking down the street and she/he falls down. Then I say, "Walk much?" Ha! And it works for everything! Biden messes up campaigning, I say, "Campaign much?" Obama screws up being president, I say, "Govern much?" These […]
The Enforcement of Happiness
By Vishnu Lorax
In honor of Mr. Harry Reid, who clearly knows exactly what it is to be a black man. "Your one o’clock is already here, Mr. Jackson." Marcus nodded at the intercom while brushing crumbs from his lap. "Five minutes." He straightened his neat red tie using his silver Toastmasters pencil holder as a mirror. Lunch […]
Dark and Stormy
By Michael Sheldon
For Pat McCarthy They walked into my bar like they owned the place, the Major and this gangly female friend of his he calls "the Loon." The Major says to me, "According to the Internet, you make the best tropical drinks in the state. Do you make your Dark’n’Stormies with the proper Bermudian ingredients?" He’s […]
The Lost Daughter
By James Wilson
All that day they wandered through a maze of tunnels, some high and dank, some round and dry, sometimes through huge chambers and other times through narrow cracks. The twin ghosts led Estrith unerringly through the maze, and as they went the new ghost grew brighter and more golden, while the original grew ever fainter. […]
The Lost Daughter
By James Wilson
She wept for a long time, but at last could weep no more. She rose to her feet and trudged wearily back into the wood-dwarf’s chambers. She searched for some sustenance, carefully avoiding any meat, then ate and drank without enthusiasm. About half-way through she rose and took up the dead sewer-gob, throwing it into […]
The Lost Daughter
By James Wilson
As she explored she found that the building resembled a barn inside as well as out. She saw pens and stalls, some still occupied by undead horses that glared balefully at her but could not free themselves. There was a pile of ancient hay, a plow, and pitchforks and scythes hanging from the rafters. There […]
The Lost Daughter
By James Wilson
She woke to instant terror. Her memories rushed in on her, and she shuddered uncontrollably. She felt only one cold hand, touching her face very gently, and familiarly. Tears rolled out of her closed eyes. "No, no, no, no," she croaked from a parched throat, "no, lovey, no." "Wake up, little mamma," said a voice, […]
The Lost Daughter
By James Wilson
Her open eye saw white and purple phantoms everywhere, and she resisted the temptation to open her left. She scarcely noticed that the temperature had changed dramatically; she shivered before it dawned on her that she felt chilly. She waited, just inside, as the light phantoms faded, and opened her other eye gratefully, but still […]
The Lost Daughter
By James Wilson
The unmerciful sun made the valley floor shimmer and dance. She wiped the sweat from her brow, and winced at the pain in her sunburnt shoulders. The burn made the slightest wrinkling of the skin beyond mere discomfort. Her knees hurt even worse, burned almost purple. Exposed by her short skirt, which hiked up even […]
Not Guilty
By James Wilson
Alan MacDuil woke to a terrifying nightmare. At first he didn’t know if he still dreamed, because waking seemed only an extension of his terrifying vision. He lay wearing only a pair of boxer shorts in a ring of glass and steel, and all around him stood strange creatures, things he’d never imagined. He saw […]
