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