... is?" "Aww, you do not look like stupid ! But I am so surprised you have no hats. In Eigrach, everyone wears a hat on each and every head!" Four wrongfolk and several scriers looked up and down the street. Herethroy in bowlers and busbies, Cani in miters and berets, Rassimel in bicornes, tricornes, and Phrygian caps, and one fearsome Gormoror warrior with a massive confectionary straw ...

Daddy's Girl (Part 3)

.... Lydia stared back into his eyes. "Did I bear it well?" she wondered. "Does he approve?" "Get up," commanded Osborn. "Now." The thought of standing nearly terrified the young women, but she, like those Scriers she had spoken to earlier, knew better than to question her father. Lydia shut her eyes and forced up all of her strength. It hurt so much to move. She tried to stretch as she sat up, but...

Blame Mary Jane!

... never good for Peter, anyway... Spidey could have been a teenager forever, yes it's true, Instead we got him married, and the sales went down the loo! Should we blame the symbiotes? Should we blame Scriers? Or the fact that all Pete's friends have now expired? Heck, no! Blame Mary Jane! Blame Mary Jane! With her whining and hullabaloo, And that brat Baby May too! Blame Mary Jane! Blame Mary ...

Reflejos

... días conviviendo con la Medusa, esa hermosa mujer con la cara de mi esposa y una melena de serpientes dispuestas a devorarme. Duermo con ella con un ojo abierto, pienso todavía en su amor lleno de peligros, con esa dulce tentación del caos que es su pelo, me dejo envenenar mientras miro al brujo desde mi banco del parque supurando mis demonios, como si él tuviera la culpa.   Scriers.