Today the narration rose to stentorian tones and I feel a bad Scottish burr lurking there in the back. That probably involves Jabberwocky. We'll see. From my hobbit hole I can see

Masks. It was always about the masks. The ones we wore for others, and the ones for ourselves. It was a choreographed dance with masks, but the trouble is that sometimes they slip

I could still voice an opinion or two, expect three meals a day and if I were really lucky, there may be a scratch behind the ears and the acknowledgment of my good boy-ness. I cou

Within moments, a matron wearing a Viking helmet and metal corset appeared with his breakfast. She bellowed him a tune of triumph and set it before him and left in a flourish.

a raccoon or a squirrel perhaps. Something rodentry would certain perform well. Maybe a badger if you'd like something a little more shall we say upscale. "Huh. No respect."

the majestic sounds of her vocal folds, pitched highly & with dramatic flair. Some might call it shouty but I find it to be sensual & informative of plot. Albert Broccoli presents

surprised to find a little remote sensor on the back of its ear. Foolishly, I tried to speak into it, but when I did it exploded in a puff of smoke and pyrotechnics.

ey in the fish information knowledge sector, and could readily call up Sally with my queries. The information I'd receive from her wouldn't amount to much as she didn't care about

..how much it meant to them... Yes. Art Bell was laughing alright, externally. Inside he wept like a child who could never return home.

How? The floor was a glacier, the walls like a sheet of crystalized death. And then of course there was death...all around..in my periphery. Product, you might call it. Though you

careful man that did his best to interact with as few people as possible? I went through all my social niceties of the week and none of them had any bearing on becoming a leech for

Tuna the fish swam merrily in and out of the Periwinkle Grotto, without a care in the world. Lighthearted and ready to see what the day had in store, he shook his tail mightily

In the forgiving waters he found solace in knowing that Maggie would deal with the chaos, as she dealt with all the private chaotic events of the last two years. Derek sighed.

and lastly shamed by being thrown headfirst into seven gallons of Hawaiian Punch. Reuben was, as you might have guessed, less than pleased about receiving the Loser's share and

And so with a stern brow and several flourishes, he exclaimed "Bippity boppity boooo, Mr. Demons! Come out and play!" It often worked that way-- he could never just come out and

"But Nora, a dream is a wish your heart makes..isn't it?" said the little garden gnome that inched its way ever close to her. It chuckled in a way that suggested both wisdom and

"Is it magic, Bethany? Can it be repeated? I noticed the glowing dust on your hands the moment I walked in here."

and the split second knowing just what the public was ready to devour next. Was it to be ticked off toads with snappy comebacks or another pop culture icon wearing a swarmy grin an

im so very much and yelled out over my should casually "Hey heyyy Bobby B Bobson! What's a shaking, yon metallic bacon?" I didn't have to turn around to instantly feel his eyes

"Why yes, the bubbles. The bubbles oh those merry little droplets of manic energy flying around the lab. They are the very thing that power me. I see them. I know their use. I eat