“I’m thinking of getting a reduction,” Teresa said. “Not you too…” Chuckie rolled his eyes, but it looked like yet another anxious blink. “Let me guess, your beak?” “No, my breasts. I mean… I come from a naturally voluptuous flock.… Continue Reading
Harold sits, thinking. Not his best skill but something he does more and more often these days. Which, given his current situation, does provide some modicum of hope. He used to have it all. Only he didn’t know it at… Continue Reading
I was born and raised in the forest, among my kind. We lived off the land, the nearby waterways, unmolested and unencumbered, free to enjoy the sun, the stars, and especially the occasional breeze. Now my ankle hurts. I only… Continue Reading
Mom was way into Santa. But I always found the red suit, flushed pigmentation, and overall jolliness a bit creepy. Not to mention the standing invitation for strangers to sit on his lap. When I argued that he couldn’t possibly… Continue Reading