The Bloody Pub: Part 1 by Alanna Smith

My parents own The Bloody Pub. I know you’ve seen it—it’s in that crummy strip mall on the road between the police station and the old furniture warehouse, about two miles from the beach. The Pub takes up a double lot all the way at the end, next to the pizza place that Dad thinks is a front for the Mafia. The Pub looks pretty normal from the outside, with band flyers plastered to the window and the sign done up in fancy Celtic lettering. Continue reading The Bloody Pub: Part 1 by Alanna Smith

The Curse of Old McBoaty: Part 2 by Norton McClure

If I told you that I’d passed my Crimping course at the Academy with the most dazzling display of flying colors you’d ever seen, you probably wouldn’t be very surprised. If I told you that my crimping skills would save Andronica, well, that might be more of a shocker. I try not to brag on myself more than a handful of times per day, but this story is worth the risk of being arrested by the Condescension Police. Continue reading The Curse of Old McBoaty: Part 2 by Norton McClure

The Curse of Old McBoaty: Part 1 by Norton McClure

I had always hoped that the day I found out I was going to be a father would be an amazingly special day the way boys often dream of such things from their youth. I envisioned music from unseen musicians, slow-motion leaps through the air with birds fluttering around my head, the smell of pomegranate or various citrus fruits subtly combining with the natural flora of the field I was leaping through, and of course, casually rolling down a grassy hill with my soul mate while harps of gold and silver soared through the skies above. Continue reading The Curse of Old McBoaty: Part 1 by Norton McClure