The Giggle in the Scary Story
For Halloween, is there anything better than a scary story?
For Halloween, is there anything better than a scary story?
It occurred to me this morning that I should do a post. I was walking along Woodstock Road
Many years ago—twenty-five at the time I write this—I had a story called Vivisection published in a small, Alberta magazine called blue buffalo.
(I) The child was happy. She punched the TV.
Joseph was a very frustrated young man. He was living a life. He wanted to live a cartoon.
Who would write such a thing on a whiteboard? What were we supposed to make of it?