Well who isn’t? Here’s a very short fic following the tribulations and triumphs of a little girl who is allergic to good behavior. Little Gail Grey Little Gail Grey was marvelously horrid. She had her own room and her own set of colored pencils. She had her very own dollhouse, a closet that was twoContinue reading “Allergic to Good Behavior”
A Happy New Year from “Wallie’s Wentletrap!” New Year We wait upon the next New Year But we are far from new, my dear; There is reflection in your gaze That lingers on the dimming days Likewise a line that thins your cheek And marks the weary way of weeks— The minutes making months andContinue reading “Welcome New Year — 2018”
For today’s writing prompt, “Almost,” I thought I would offer up something from a work-in-progress. It’s a romance–the woman is nouveau riche and the man, while his family name is respected, is broke as a pauper. The woman has a dark secret–she is dying of cancer–and she knows the man, Ethan Dyle, is only tryingContinue reading “Love in Masks”
Wishing you merry New Beginnings and a dashing New Year, from Wallie’s Wentletrap! *** “It’s all so—so—ugh—” “Just try to be quiet, mate,” advised Dancy. “No one’s asking you to give a pledge or anythin’, y’know. It may mean nothing to you, but it means something to these ’uns.”
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.
It has been a long time since Wallie last posted anything. For this he apologizes. It has not been an easy November (or December) for the poor little imp. This is our response to the Daily Prompt–relating a time when ‘everything seemed to be going wrong and then, suddenly, you knew it would be right.’Continue reading “The Mouth of Wagoc”