FollowVesto Slipher’s day had not gone well. It had started with a knot of dwarves trying to dig a mine in his backyard. They claimed they needed a new source of lastite and all the signs pointed to his property as the location of an extremely rich vein. The stumpy little shits had torn down …
Today’s entry is a retelling of “Goldilocks and the Three Bears”. This began almost ten years ago in a college creative writing class and I’ve been kicking it around ever since. I hope you enjoy it. Babcock E. Bare sat fidgeting, barely able to contain his nervousness. He knew therapy was the only way he …