A Story about a Spoon . . . and Me.
Do not question the Dirty Spoon. It controls ALL. Deep within the filth covering this slotted spoon lies a treasure so grand, a reward so fulfilling, that none can resist.
Do not question the Dirty Spoon. It controls ALL. Deep within the filth covering this slotted spoon lies a treasure so grand, a reward so fulfilling, that none can resist.
A wedding and inspiration for a horror story. How do these two things go hand in hand? Also, a glimpse into the mind of a horror writer at a wedding. Beware, it’s kind of cold in there.
Generally, I have no problem with Monday. Be it because I don’t work (aside from being a full-time mother of two and wife, writer, maid, trash collector, chef, etc.) or […]
I wrote this for my night school class last week and it earned me a 100. (Which actually wasn’t very hard to do in that class.) I thought I would […]
I wish I had more to say. Just that I’m glad I’m feeling so much better. When you’re sick, you almost forget how good it can feel to breathe through […]