Unintentional Medusa

Grandma told me I'd have to kiss a lot of frogs to find the right man. Didn't realise the wrong ones would decorate her stone garden.

Adopted

Almost ran over the little guy on my way home. Figured I'd love having him around, so here he is. ‘Twas only a month later, when the moon appeared in all its fullness, That I realized I'd brought home a wolf pup.

Front Row Seats: Project Infliction

The air was abuzz with excitement. 'Twas a full house; 'the revelation of the century' demanded it. The red split down the centre moments later and a spotlit creature came into view. Others applauded the roar of an engineered sphinx, while all I could hear was the caterwauling of a chimera afire.

The Crimson Lion: An Autobiography

They labelled me unhinged and offered discouragement until I rendezvoused with self doubt. Regardless of the thousands of leagues I'd have to traverse, I wanted the world my stage. And now I'm television's most infamous dwarf. How do you like me now?

Parental Supervision

His eyes were deep sultry pools, his bearded smile a gorgeous wonder. Ingeniously crafted, nature couldn't have done better herself. Lucy was content. Too bad little Al found it amusing to stick his fingers into the delicately laid plaster.

When I Ran Into Him Last Week

He'd held my hand when I'd fallen off swings, blown sand out of my eyes while we built castles. 'Forever', I whispered into his ear. He quit camp soon after. I thought I wasn't good enough. He simply wanted someone less feminine.

The Wise Old Monk

'Well it's quite simple actually.' 'I'm listening.' 'I baked you a cake!' Hiccups down the hallway ruined the effect of my surprise. 'Blimey, Noah! She's three!' 'It was just a teensy bite! Then she-' 'Yo-ho-ho!' our daughter stumbled in. Wifey wasn't amused.

Extinction

Every night, I’d tell her a story as I tucked her into bed: about feathery birds, roaring lions and squeaking mice. She was in awe of my imagination: her favourites were the felines. I dared not tell her they were history lessons.

It Happened Again

The moon sneaked a peek through the clouds. The man and shovel were at it again. 'I'm sorry,' he whispered. The bundle was the smallest yet.

The Witness

Dad can cook me my favourite meal. Mom can make me laugh until there’s snot coming out my nose. Why are they making me stand up here within this mahogany prison? Trying to establish whom I can’t do without more? When all I want is the warm snuggle between them at night.