Tomorrow's Child_The Great Poan Hunt_The Glockborogon_Badgerman
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Tomorrow's Child
This is my prophecy. I was in a meeting room at the Oak Hill Community Center, when a tiny sliver of a woman stood at a podium. Her head was barely visible to the people in the fellowship. A sign reading Superheroes Anonymous hung behind her on the wall. With her auburn hair in a messy bun, and dressed in an oversized red silk wind breaker, blue jeans, and sneakers, she was ageless. Slender as a rod, it was easy to imagine her blowing away in a stiff wind. 'My name is Berdi and I'm a superhero.' Along with the people in the support group, I responded to this statement with, 'Hello, Berdi.' ...
The Great Poan Hunt
“PULL OVER!” The sheriff’s car raced down the road in hot pursuit, dust spouting up behind it. The whining siren and flaring headlights savagely beat the night into submission. The wheels screeched, and the stench of crying brakes filled the small car. Sheriff Rod Stern rolled down his windows to feel the cool of the evening rush in. He veered a sharp left with the road, and the man in the gray sedan in front of him had some difficulty but maintained his distance. The sheriff spun into the curve hard, and his Great Dane, Snout, yelped, as he fell into the window. Sheriff Stern grasped his com...
The Glockborogon
There’s nothing I can tell you about the glockborogon the town gossips haven’t already sung. I don’t wish to repeat their words. Not to someone with teeth as white as yours. Pieces of cloud, they are. Have you not a single false tooth? Not gold or silver or wood? My granna always said only learned folk had good twww.onedoor.cceeth, and they were less trustworthy than a cock that didn’t crow. What’s that? You say you’re hunting the thing? Ha! Damned bit of good a flintlock will do. Or whatever foul bottles clink in your rucksack. I’ve seen your kind before. You’re best marching your silver-threaded tu...
Badgerman
I used to be a farmer. I loved to plant things and watch them grow. I raised chickens, pigs, and cows. I was content with my quiet farm life. I loved to work with my hands doing hard labor from sun up to sun down. I was born big as my mom used to say. There was not a mean bone in my body and I could not hurt a fly. I was a big farm boy who just wanted to be left alone. The world could pass me by and that was just fine. I lived in the middle of no where on my parents farm. It was mine now they had both passed on the year before. A drunk driver had hit them head on and there were no s...