Wendy Day 2 – Group A

Lifesliced

Around the time I turned nine, Mother invented the Knife Game. She would plop something––a cucumber, an eggplant, or whole fish––and challenge me to slice, dice, or filet; choose the proper tool and make a masterpiece. I’d learned the art from watching her shave a...

A Promise for the Fugitive

Zychi III had devastating indigo skies which word has it even a black hole looked at so covetously it created a counterfeit world a replica that a survey crew saw before their transmission choked off   After the cull you ordered, the crimson ripples left a legacy...

Huzzah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You are Henry VIII. You are 5’5’’ and built like a brick shithouse. Your forearm in tennis is phenomenal--your courtier-opponents always flopping to the ground when you strike a shot down the line. Huzzah! You shout. Huzzah! The little crowd of courtiers shouts behind...

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