A: So, I’m a huge fan of Papi Z’s prompts. For some reason, he picks words out of the sky and my fevered brain just cooks up something – or wants to cook up something. There wasn’t a prompt last week, but I did have a half-finished story, prompted waaay back on Feb 3. IContinue reading “Sparkle”


The Zombie looked to the left and immediately regretted it. There was Jenny, from Human Resources. She was after him, he just knew it. Not after him, like he’d broken the rules . . .  again . . .  but after him, like she dug the skin-peeling, gangrene-smelling, reanimated corpse look. Bill-Z in Accounting saidContinue reading “Docile”

Bloody Bard Bares . . .

A: He rode a blazing saddle…! D: . . . A: Come on, D. Aren’t you going to fill in the next line? Hint: He wore a shining– D: I would think wearing a blazing saddle would be enough mental imagery for the folks reading. As you’ve been reminding me all day, it is aContinue reading “Bloody Bard Bares . . .”

Storyteller spins spooky sagas

D: Where can we get some trumpets? A: Trumpets? D: You know, for the fanfare. A: Why do we need fanfare? D: For our spectacular tale-telling of course. A: Our? Are you actually including me in the circle of your glory? D: . . . maybe. Don’t get used to it, though. A: Oh, neverContinue reading “Storyteller spins spooky sagas”

The Druid Dazzles with Daring-do

A: What exactly are you doing daringly that dazzles so much, D? D: Wouldn’t you like to know. A: Well, that was the point of asking the question. D: . . . A: I mean, you have something back up all that hype, right? Or you just a flimflam man? D: Flimflam man? Are youContinue reading “The Druid Dazzles with Daring-do”

Terrifically told tales

A: So, how did your little boy’s night with Charlie go? D: I’m not talking to you. A: Then you won’t mind if I start the tale-telling? D: What? Of course I mind! It’s Wednesday – that’s Druid’s Day, not A’s day to steal D’s thunder day. A: Is Druid’s day anything like Durin’s Day?Continue reading “Terrifically told tales”

Gods do swear

Gods do swear, I had years, Of stolen breath. Living trouble? Wrong. Living god. D: A, A, why are you doing this to me? A: Doing what? D: Torturing me! A: Thanks for the support, D. D: You are the first person to admit you’re not really made for this sort of thing. I mean,Continue reading “Gods do swear”

Inspiration or muse’s fool?

D: I think you’re mocking me. A: What?! D: You! You’re mocking me. A: Okay, normally I’d say yes. But I’m not really sure what I’m mocking you about– D: How about yesterday’s little limerick, A? A: Oh, that. Ha. D: And then the ghost-town story, with the guy. And his hat. A: Uh. .Continue reading “Inspiration or muse’s fool?”

Oddments and triflings

D: A, you are an oddment and a trifling. A: Gee, D. With compliments like that it’s a wonder you spent your life alone! D: Oi! A: See, two play at the insult game. It’s not just yours to monopolize! D: (Grumble). A: Exactly. D: If not you, then what are our oddments and triflings?Continue reading “Oddments and triflings”