High on a hill in a tower built of bones, the Scribe etches tales on the boulders themselves. Stella offers a creepy tale for your Halloween pleasure.
It was known that while the ladies of the court collected rubies and pearls, the Queen was given to collecting…sausages.
With the Royal Wedding is a week away, folks are in a tizzy over the Prince’s hair. Judith pens an ode to the receding follicles of HRH William of Wales.
Each year when everyone but the Irish celebrate St. Pat’s Day, my thoughts turn to the whereabouts of me great grandmudder, a rippin’ wench if there ever was one.
Snug in his underground sett, the Badger couldn’t help but notice the rumbling of thousands of boot-clad feet as they shook the ground above his abode…
I met him online — “Pea@pickapea.com.” Figuring he’d be just right for a Princess like me, I decided to give it a shot.
She dared to peek over the edge of the vat and tumble in. A few gulps and she was coated from head to toe. But beneath the chocolate crust, her heart beat on…
Nail biters are like squirrels. You can hardly ever beat them down.
I alone know who swung that ax. I can see her now … her flaming red hair blowing in the wind.
Whether or not Tant was ever fingered for copping Slotz — along with fifty or more innocent citizens –is not a matter of record.