I thought it did tell the secret, to my mind anyway. That life is kind of pointless because we just wither and die and our ambitions turn to rust. When the ventriloquist found out this secret it killed him, one way or another. Human beings aren't good at dealing with their own mortality, or the idea...
I really liked this story. It was packed with references, like a Snickers is packed with peanuts... and that weird nougatty stuff, and happily it was just as satisfying. And much less likely to give a person anaphylactic shock. (On a personal note, I feel like it wouldn't exactly kill them to pack a...
My coffee deprived brain couldn't work out why Mongoose, and her kind, were named after the Cheshire Cat. I guess, ultimately, I saw her as more of a practical, problem solver, and not really sharing many of the characteristics of the enigmatic, irritatingly vague Cheshire Cat. Is it bad that I wan...
My coffee deprived brain couldn't work out why Mongoose, and her kind, were named after the Cheshire Cat. I guess, ultimately, I saw her as more of a practical, problem solver, and not really sharing many of the characteristics of the enigmatic, irritatingly vague Cheshire Cat. Is it bad that I want...
I couldn't get through it. For me, the pace of the reading and the accent were just too distracting. It was impossible to concentrate on the story when I kept finding myself thinking, "Is this meant to be an English accent?" The pronounciation of certain words kept jarring with me; forcing me right ...
Ha ha ha, O quite happy is my heart. For we have found each other. Opportunity knocking for you Mr Sir, and I am overwhelming to be bringing it to your letterbox. My carefully parentally bestowed real name is Wayne-Kamal Ultra Wit Wing and today is a most happy day of blessed and mutal benefits and ...
Creator dude was getting irritated. “You must be malfunctioning,” he snapped. "Do you enjoy making things?" she asked. "Listen, I make things because I am the Creator Dude. See? There’s a sign on my desk that says, Creator Dude . "I see," she said. But she didn't. "I made everything because I know e...
I spin and fall back into giant, outstretched arms. I am a fairy, with tin foil wings, and you are a black bearded pirate, torturing me with tickles. Aglow with joy, I relax against your chest. Abruptly the air becomes stale. Has IT come to play ? Again? The last tickle goes on too long and in a pla...
Is it bad that when I originally read the title to this one I instantly wanted to rebut with BBQ Barbie? Nice Drabble! :) BBQ Barbie sounds great. In fact Mattel, or whoever, should embark upon a range of "Alternative Lifestyle Barbies" with a cannibal themed dolly right there in the mix, somewhere...
Ken dashed past his mother, at the stove, and down the stairs to the basement. His haste might arouse suspicion but she could never see what was under his shirt. She'd never understand why he couldn't have normal tastes like her. Unwrapping the contraband, lingeringly, he breathed in its aroma. One ...
I'm probably stating the obvious here but when I listened to this story I had supposed that the weird fish creature was something surprising, appearing as something alien and disturbing in the familar surroundings of his past. Something that he was advised not to delve into or think about, for his o...