POTION WOES • by Pam L. Wallace
“What, ‘Oops!’? There are no ‘oops!’ allowed!” Maude set the apple down and hurried over to the table, peering at the beaker. “I’m sure it’ll be fine, ma’am. I’ll just pour it out and make a new...
View ArticleWHEN PIGS FLY • by Pam L. Wallace
The door to Hogsfoot Tavern slammed against the wall, letting in the stench of the lowland swamps of Moot. A bearded, disheveled old man stumbled in. “Here now,” shouted the barkeep. “Get on out, you...
View ArticleLIKE DROWNING • by Pam L. Wallace
I’ve avoided showering by using the sonic cleaners, but after this long, even I can’t stand myself. The sonics do a good enough job, but there’s still nothing like plain, old-fashioned water for...
View ArticlePERFECT GAME • by Pam L. Wallace
It’d been quiet for several minutes when the “All Clear” siren blared. Sue crawled from under the table and scanned the bowling alley. Bob and Ellie lay under their table in lip-locked passion, arms...
View ArticleTHE MIRROR NEVER LIES • by Pam L. Wallace
When I left home, a tender sixteen-year-old stripling, Mother admonished me to keep a respectful air and my eyes on the ground whenever I should encounter one of the royals. My first day, I was mucking...
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