By cup four, Burt was in space, the chicken had wings, and I was sweating coffee. The story wrote itself. I just held on.
Tag: story
The Last Walk
In memory of our sweet Lila.
A Goose Gone Rogue
Never turn your back on a goose in a top hat...
Everpine’s Spirit
Ah, Christmas. The time of year when the world seems to soften, just a little. The snow falls in gentle whispers, lights twinkle in frosted windows, and the smell of cinnamon and pine fills the air...
Lost
Some promises will haunt you forever...
From Zog, To Blog
Have you ever wondered, about how to blog? My friend, look no further than a writer named Zog!
Are You Not EntertAIned?!
Max loved writing but had a peculiar problem: he needed help deciding what to write about. His desk was a chaotic jumble of half-finished stories…
Eyes in the Veil
The Northern Veil was Jeames’ domain, a place where few dared to tread without good reason...
Star Gazer
The meadow was a serene expanse of silvery grass, a tranquil canvas under the starlit sky...
Bramble’s Tail
On one sunny morning, as River bounded through the underbrush alone, his ears caught a sound that made him pause—a low growl…
The CJBuzz 