Grupp and the Orange Fish

Grupp ran fast. We were out of town in a flash and coming up on an abandoned farm. He stopped at the dirt track that ran up to the house and dropped me on my feet. The roof of the house was collapsed and the fields were overgrown. I walked up the weedy drive to … Continue reading Grupp and the Orange Fish

The Pond

This is a Portmanteau* story. I've been obsessed with portmanteaus, and this is the latest manifestation. It's a work in progress. She was a cortle, not a bratle, hovering under floaps, her friends the, Orish, swasting around her. The splurgling of her woret was beautilodius! But abwa, out of her woret, was the Dorld. The … Continue reading The Pond