Suddenly, she grabs at her mouth and when her hand comes ( Read more... )

That evening, Brendan put on his ugliest old clothes, the ones his father hated, and proceeded down to the Council Chamber. The King was sitting high on his throne at one end of the room, alone. He was backlit by the full moon. He looked rather fetching and very butch ( Read more... )

THE ACTOR BEGINS TO TELL THE STORY OF BRENDAN THE UNLIKELY in media reus. His attitude is bathetic, consciously ironic:In a land beyond time and memory, there was a young man, named Brendan the Unlikely. Now, at the moment we join his story, he was wandering in fastness of the northern mountains, in search of a particular woman with famous ( Read more... )

( This is more for me than you. )

Slowly and uncomfortably, he works his hand up through the sleeve; into the fingers of the yellow rubber glove. It is difficult. He has purchased a pair deliberately a size too small. He wants to be able to pick a dime up off the floor if he needs to ( Read more... )

Things were brewing in the Hall of the Paved Future.

This, of course, was the name of the corridor leading to the front exit. Houses with a capital H are funny things--Royal Houses geometrically so. For all the intricacy of the internal construction-the labyrinthine structures, the coiled bundle of hallways and passages like mad filigree-there ( Read more... )

There was once, in the land of Quandary, a royal house divided.

As it lay atop a hill above the Slum of Walls and as it was a very large house, it was easy to be so divided. In the Eastern tower pouted the courtesan Mennyfine. In the Southern spire flounced Prime Minister Tinpest, and in the Library of Undisclosed Location lurked the Prince of ( Read more... )

So I stand over your grave and I note how incredibly stupid this is ( Read more... )