Stories by: Mardibug
Chelsea, Tabitha, and Mrs. Renfrew
"I'll never be married," mused the middle-aged woman as she sipped on free champagne and watched with shameful bitterness as a toddler in a tuxedo chased a group of newborn ducks. "I'm going to become one of those angry spnsters who's mean to children and gives her cats people names."
It’s all fun and games until you’re partially eaten by housecats
Danny thought it was hilarious to joke that his cat Michael Myers had not eaten for a week. He found it less funny when Michael Myers ate most of his forehead later that day.
Scaffolding Nightmare
“What happened to the construction workers?” she asked. “They were decapitated by the barber’s scissors,” he replied.
The Wake
Eight of them perched like grotesque leaves on the gnarled tree by the side of the road, and as Amy approached she began to regret the curiosity that had drawn her into the woods. Cradled in the skeletal roots of the tree lay the thing responsible for the congregation of flesh-eating birds: a bloated and rotting human corpse that was missing its face.
"I'll never be married," mused the middle-aged woman as she sipped on free champagne and watched with shameful bitterness as a toddler in a tuxedo chased a group of newborn ducks. "I'm going to become one of those angry spnsters who's mean to children and gives her cats people names."
It’s all fun and games until you’re partially eaten by housecats
Danny thought it was hilarious to joke that his cat Michael Myers had not eaten for a week. He found it less funny when Michael Myers ate most of his forehead later that day.
Scaffolding Nightmare
“What happened to the construction workers?” she asked. “They were decapitated by the barber’s scissors,” he replied.
The Wake
Eight of them perched like grotesque leaves on the gnarled tree by the side of the road, and as Amy approached she began to regret the curiosity that had drawn her into the woods. Cradled in the skeletal roots of the tree lay the thing responsible for the congregation of flesh-eating birds: a bloated and rotting human corpse that was missing its face.