Category: Writing

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…

Thomas, Dulcia, and Elaine entered Beauregard’s establishment the following evening. The salsa shop, rather than the latin dance club Dulcia had envisioned, played…

“Well, here we are in Misty Hollow,” Elaine, a sprightly white unicorn with curling blue hair, announced unnecessarily to her traveling companion. The…