JPod
The next day the big drama was that John cast a spell on Evil Mark after Evil Mark ate a packet of Handi-Snacks John had left on his desk. Like anything weird in life, it began small and escalated. “Evil Mark, did you eat my Handi-Snack?” “You mean...
City Of Glass
I say what they say because I know nothing. There was this. Dark. Very dark. As dark as very dark. They say: that was the room. Not even a window. Poor Peter Stillman. And the boom, boom, boom, the caca piles. The pipilakes. Excuse me. Anymore. There was mush food in...
The Pale King
‘Well, my dad used to like to mow the lawn in little patches and strips. He’d do the east corner of the front yard, come in the house for a while, then do the southwest strip of the back lawn and a little square at the south fence, come back in, and like that…
The Pale King
They’ll either be grateful, or they’ll be frightened and avoid you from then on. Both reactions have their uses, as we’ll get to.