|Posted on March 15, 2011 at 4:12 PM||comments (1)|
In honor of St. Patrick's Day, here is an old one from the archive.....
O'Leary the Leprechaun needed a drink. He was the only Leprechaun in town who didn't have a pot full of gold, and he was sick and tired of being ridiculed for it. So he combed his neat red beard, put on his green top hat, and sauntered down the road to his favorite watering hole, The Olde S...Read Full Post »
|Posted on December 14, 2010 at 2:43 PM||comments (5)|
Timmy and Sally lived in a nice comfy house by a big roaring river. Their Mommy and Daddy loved them very much and life was good.
One fine winter day after school, Timmy and Sally were outside making a snowman. Their Mommy had bundled them up in nice warm clothes and boots and mittens ...Read Full Post »
|Posted on October 22, 2010 at 2:42 AM||comments (5)|
Author's Note: this is the third and final installment of this trilogy, and a brand-new work, exclusive to My Emerald Dragon dot com
I was sprawled on the tar roof of the warehouse on my belly, squinting down the sights of the rifle with my one eye. I lined up one lurching, drooling target...Read Full Post »
|Posted on October 15, 2010 at 1:54 AM||comments (4)|
We were a herd now. There were hundreds of us, lurching and limping across the plains, traveling westward, toward the setting sun.
Hundreds of us, lurching mindlessly but now as one, for we had found a leader. I called him "Marvin," but of course I don't know if that was really his name. None of us could talk. But he gave u...Read Full Post »
|Posted on October 7, 2010 at 1:45 AM||comments (5)|
I gradually struggled to my feet, brushing the clods of dirt from my trousers. I hurt everywhere, I was confused, and I was hungry.
Where was I? Who was I? I looked around. I was in a field of some sort, but I couldn't remember how I got here. There were trees, and shrubs, and many holes in the ground....Read Full Post »
|Posted on September 10, 2010 at 4:23 PM||comments (5)|
Author's note: This has been published before, but all those sites are defunct! So here it is again.
Jennifer came down the stairs to the living room. Her husband, Louie, was already planted on the couch in front of the television, wearing his favorite Giants sweatshirt.
"I'm heading ou...Read Full Post »
|Posted on August 31, 2010 at 1:39 AM||comments (6)|
My name is Riley, and I am a slave.
I live in a small domicile with my owners: a male and female. I do not know their names, as I am unable to communicate with them except in the most rudimentary ways. They belong to a species far more advanced than my own. Through gestures and a few monosyllabic commands, they control every facet of my life. When I ...Read Full Post »