Son of the Selkie (413 Words) The Seal Queen found him while exploring the depths one day with her companions. He was a little thing, not quite newborn. The human half of his mer skin was almost blue with weakness, and his scales were dull. The selkie were afraid to go near him because ofContinue reading “Son of the Selkie”
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Savannah
Savannah (89 Words) Intro by thunder: golden eve To case live boughs made émeraude In molten, sparkling filigree— Above the rain swept roads of old.
Meow Keela
As requested by “Meow Keela,” we humbly present a drawing of the child who sometimes thinks she is a cat! We (that is, my Friend and I–Wallie can’t draw to save him) are somewhat ashamed that this young girl may or may not look two years old. Perhaps this is a “Meow” of the future.
Calling all Imps!
Wallie, my Friend, and I are delighted to announce the publication of one of our very own short stories. And from the perspective of dotty hopefuls, with all the clarity we can manage for being too excited to talk, let alone write with good manners, we wish to share our joy with you via the followingContinue reading “Calling all Imps!”
Eight Arms and Six Eyes
Yesterday, the Imp and I read a most provocative post prompt. The “Brand New You, Effective Tomorrow,” was very interesting to me—I have a secret itch to be the hula hoop artist in Cirque du Soleil—but Wallie was indignant. He couldn’t think of anyone he would rather be. He told my friend in Impish (theContinue reading “Eight Arms and Six Eyes”
The Perfect Pumpkin
The search is on for the perfect Pumpkin. Wallie loves all Pumpkins. My house is not a pumpkin patch. Wallie is optimistic.
Mrs. Allan
Once again Wallie the Imp and I have made a desperate plunge. We have attempted, not for the first time, to complete a “story” in two hundred words, give or take ten, for last week’s “Flash! Friday” prompt. The requisite location is theatre and the photo prompt is a nineteenth-century daguerrotype. And of course, my ImpContinue reading “Mrs. Allan”
Wallie Melancholy
It’s one of those days. A phone call (or none). A letter. A cloud over the tree. Wallie the Imp and I are not our usual cheerful selves. And as usual, when no spoken word can work out the knots in a melancholy mood, the written word sometimes comes through just right. It’s time for contemplation,Continue reading “Wallie Melancholy”
Dragons, Imps, and Baby-Sitting
Today’s prompt posed a difficult challenge. My Friend and I were entirely stumped to reveal the best advice we had ever been given. My Imp came to the rescue. He told us he remembered an episode from the ancient days, when an acquaintance of his was charged with looking after someone else’s baby for anContinue reading “Dragons, Imps, and Baby-Sitting”
Planet of the Imps
When my Imp and I realized today’s prompt for the Daily Post, we were naturally eager to participate. But our interest was in no way matched by the whole-hearted enthusiasm of my Friend. He threw himself into the creation of a planet as if it were the end of the world. Wallie the Imp wasContinue reading “Planet of the Imps”
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