James walked up the pavers to his front porch, sorting the mail. There were three things that were pure junk, a couple of flyers and something about his “home warranty has expired.” The last piece was a bill that he[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
A demon lurks behind my left eye…. …is a story I wrote a while back. But now this story is being moved to a new spot. I kind of hate taking what little content I have on this blog away,[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“And what was your name, my lovely angel,” the huntsman asked. “Hmm… Gwendoline,” Hargatha lied. “Yes. Call me Gwendoline. But not Gwen, please.” He smiled broadly, assuringly. “No, of course not, dear, sweet Gwendoline. Why, I could call you nothing[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
We give our best effort to remain family-friendly in this episode (it was a listener request, and we have so few of those, we really want to take care of the ones that put in the effort). We also have[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
