Snickers, Dogs, and Grupp

Today's writing prompt: The story must have an ogre at the beginning. The story must have a dart appear in the middle. The story must involve a bench in it. I was sitting on the bench at my bus stop. A man that must have been seven feet tall and three feet wide sat down … Continue reading Snickers, Dogs, and Grupp

Death From Above

Ugh, left-front leg two is stuck in slime. I hate those chitin-free, spotted, slimy giants. They wander around everywhere leaving messes. Those soft bodies shed slime like the rest of the world exhales carbon dioxide. They are a menace! I need to go in that direction to get home, but I can’t because I’m unable … Continue reading Death From Above