Category: Writing

It was Monday morning, and Tabby was expected back. It had been five days since Thomas had last seen her, and he was…

“Oh, Toby, dear,” said Ribbons n’ Lace, Toby’s mother, embracing him in the doorway of the palatial New Pony home of the Collinses….

An uneventful Saturday was winding down. Thomas was at home reading medical journals when the phone rang. “Hey, it’s Cazador with animal control,”…

“Tamara, must you make out with your boyfriend in my living room!” Tabby’s voice reverberated shrilly through the house. She stood in the…

The pink unicorn swung open the clinic door and stood surveying her surroundings. It wasn’t the ramshackle hole-in-the-wall place she had expected to…

The next morning, Tabby was in the cafeteria, puzzling over the unnatural sponge-like consistency of the scrambled eggs on her plate, when a…

“Hurry up!” Thomas called impatiently, as Tabby had once again fallen behind, having been distracted by some local flora in a planter on…

“…and the last flap of Pakacko sightings twenty years ago was discredited as a hoax, but there is reason to believe that the…

Tabby peered around the corner cautiously and made her way to Strawberry’s desk–there would be safety in numbers, she determined, on this most…

Vanguard was perturbed as Tabby once again invited herself to join his tête-à-tête with Strawberry at the SSSS. It wasn’t like the two…