Leloni Bunny

(A preview of some ghoulish giggles coming in 2017 (hopefully!).)

All it took was one mistake.  That mistake came in the form of a raised tree root catching a shoe.  Fleeing without focus proved to be the downfall of the footwear's owner.  Trey Sherfale hit the dirt with a breath expelling thud.  His fear was greater than any landing pain.  But the root's grasp outranked fear.  It took precious seconds for the young man to pull his foot free.  And then it was too late.

Sounds of footsteps staggered closer as a shadow rose over Trey.  His terror-wide eyes stared into the decayed face of one that no one wants to see - a zombie!  The cranium captivated corpse opened its jaws wide as it reached for the screaming man's brown haired scalp.

"Roger!"  Someone placed a rotting hand on the zombie's exposed shoulder joint.  He cast an irritated glare at the intruder.  Missing skin and failing muscle structure did little to hide Laura's disapproving expression.  "Count Hearsehel promised a buffet at the party.  Do you really want to waste your appetite now?"

Visions of sliced brain lobe and other savory cerebral snacks passed through Roger's consciousness.  Maybe, he could wait... just a little longer.  Living warmth from this human's shaking flesh tingled his outstretched fingers.  He was so close right now!  Roger looked from Laura to Trey and back again.  Finally, he asked, "Just a nibble?"

Laura shook her head.  She turned and shambled further into the woods.  

Roger gave Trey one more ravenous look which sent shivers down his spine.  Then the zombie trudged away, following his rotting-red haired friend.

Halloween weekend has arrived!  As you fill buckets with treats, treat the lawn to some grave views and view the spook-tech-les all around, don't forget that haunting speaker sound of music!

For every girl who's been called "ugly" but dares to try anyway.

 Here’s an example of some of the odd whimsical writing you’ll find on my site.

Space Slinky

In the color-absorbent shadow of space, adventure beckoned in all forms.  It was that beckoning which lured two young travelers into the cosmos.  Despite the constant life-ending dangers lurking around every corner, Jocko and Sally lived long, adventurous lives.  Unlike many people in their field, the duo survived into their gray-haired years due to one unlikely ally.

Another typical day saw the elderly couple strolling along the sidewalk of a perfectly normal galactic town.  Jocko stopped to readjust his space sneaker’s ankle support plate.  Stepping ahead of her faithful companion, Sally stretched as she walked around a corner.  She barely had time to see the sickly-green tentacles lash out of the shadows and snatch her up.  As Jocko finally rounded the corner, he too was plucked up in a tentacle constriction.  The duo cried out in disgust and annoyance as their captor looked them over.

“Well, well, looks like my luck’s finally improving,” the creature sneered.  “I know some researchers who’ll pay plenty for a couple of ancient humans to dissect and study.”

“Let us go, you irksome Tentaclon!” Jocko demanded.

“Or else,” his companion growled.

The round shape of the Tentaclon shook as its jaws laughed heartily.  Tears rolled down the creature’s eye stalks as it reveled in such, typically human, drollness.

An approaching sound drew Tentaclon’s attention towards that corner again.  An arc-shaped shadow flipped itself along the ground.  Tentaclon gasped in horror.  “What in the world?”

Accompanied by a clinkity sound, a small wiry being flipped around the corner.

“Space Slinky!” the couple called out.

With a few quick flips, Space Slinky stood before Tentaclon.  The creature chuckled as another of its tentacles picked up the strange little arc-shaped object.  “And just what is a Space Slinky going to do to me?”

One mighty ram to the face gave Tentaclon its answer.

That momentary pain was enough to allow the couple to escape Tentaclon’s viney clutches.  Surprisingly spry for their ages, the seniors raced well out of Tentaclon’s reach.  They turned to watch their ally in action.  Tentaclon attempted to crush its new quarry.  But Space Slinky easily flipped through its tentacles.  An ever-increasing number of Tentaclon’s grasping tentacles joined the chase.  Space Slinky twisted, rolled and flipped all over Tentaclon’s form, making capture impossible.  Before Tentaclon knew what was going on, Space Slinky had tied its tentacles into a fearsome knot that would incur the jealousy of the most advanced of nautical knotters.

With little more than a clink in the creature’s direction, Space Slinky flipped over to the elderly couple.  It allowed Sally to gently pick it up.

“Thank you, Space Slinky,” she cooed.

“We’d be lost without you, old friend,” Jocko said.

Space Slinky altered its arc into a heart shape showing its affection for the duo.  The trio walked away towards their next adventure leaving Tentaclon to its knotty fate.

After a long hiatus, the Hearth of Inspiration returns!