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June 10, 2017

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     As bats circled, cool, late autumn evening, as giant centipedes crept beneath crinkly oak leaves and as hungry black spiders waited in sticky webs, I began.

     “Hominy, seven days ago, evening time and, as you know, a week before Halloween…”...

June 9, 2017

     “Girls, for your viewing and listening pleasure,” Bogey continues, victorious.  “We’ve fighting Irish of Notre Dame playing USC’s magnificent Trojans, Michigan’s Wolverines cutting sailing swords with the Buckeyes of Ohio State, and the Clemson Tigers swashbucklin...

June 9, 2017

     “Good,” Lippy says.  Tugging his red and blue cap, he goes on.  “Well, I’m eager to take pieces-of-eight from you Horned Frogs and grinding Gophers.  I feel confident,” he says and he continues…

“Scat’s the game and best ball played

Tee...

June 9, 2017

     “Phwoom!”  The bird of prey zooms through space.

     In a quiet stupor, in his sleeping quarters aboard the Mother Doom Clone, maybe having had too much intoxicating drink before bed, prior to covering up, Yabba Yea glances to a picture on a ni...

June 9, 2017

     “Dracula, the Mummy, Werewolf, are near; Franky, the Howler, and all of them clear, oh, clearly out and about.  Boo!”  Scatty cat Cleat yelled and he grinned like a silly gopher.

     “Quit!” Putt shrieked.  Shaking, her tiny hands held her...

June 9, 2017

     “Okay, Bee; but you know I’d rather cut-up than clean up,” Shank blabbed.  Shank swayed.  “My cartilaginous body is twitching, itching, and I’m ready to haunt houses, hunt for pumpkins.”

     Shank spouted…

“Cats and bats, sca...

June 9, 2017

     “I’ve had my Swiss Army knife for a year now.  Dad gave it to me for my birthday last year.”  Kannapolis shoved one hand to, Goon.  “See.”

     “Oh.  It’s a beauty,” Beaureguard drawled.  His eyes scanned the hard body of the glitzy kn...

June 9, 2017

     “Yes, sir.”  Each man looked to Mr. Pantywaste.

     George C. Pantywaste was a collector and trader of rare coins, jewels, and he dealt in gold bullion.  Stepping briskly along the cool corridor of the bank, George was a famous bookworm.  He ke...

June 9, 2017

     “Auggrraahh!  Xmei!  Lemsl slvmke sldjs!”  The knobby, frazzled creature cries again.

     “Perhaps we should start with his feet, Sonon.  Then we’ll work our way up.”  Sorin’s eyebrows rise.  Turning to Grunt, the soldier’s eyes burn...

June 9, 2017

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     Nearly plugged in deep, yucky grass meant for scaly reptiles and buttercups, alone, I stared at my muddy ball.

     A hummingbird feeding at a rose bush turned and zipped my way.  With one wing pointed to, likely, gator trouble, he squealed....

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