Category: Collab

“When I was a kitten,” said Cat, “my parents would often say “Excuse my French” just after a swear word.”

“My mum and dad said the same,” sighed Dog.

“I think all parents do,” grumbled Cat. “I’ll never forget that first day at school when my teacher asked if any of us knew any French.”

Oof, the poor kitty. This wee kitten came from the missus. Her art’s still super popular here. Please do say hello to her on Twatter at @DonnaMStrachan and you can nobble her art prints (including this kitty) from Society6 and you can buy her a cuppa on Ko-fi.

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She sat on the shelf in the basement. Watching in silence and always waiting. The human stood below her, with his pile of clean clothes. He picked up the stack and made his way upstairs. His toes found a dog toy and he wobbled. Gargoyle held her breath. He stumbled backwards, sending his clothes flying in every direction. The creature smiled as she watched it all unfold.

Oof, the poor fella. This mean critter came from the missus. Everybody loves her previous art here, so she gets tapped again for a drawing. You can say hello to her on Twatter at @DonnaMStrachan and you can nobble her art prints from Society6 and you can buy her a cuppa on Ko-fi.

Cheers to Kathy & Warren for the continued $10 Patronage. You can find me on Ko Fi, Patreon, Etsy, Amazon, Skillshare and Threadless.

Story by Ruth

All the silent letters gathered at the Overpass one day, roiling with discontent.

The First “R” in Sarsaparilla exclaimed, “We’re not being heard!”

“If you’re not going to use me, I’ll just go back to the herd,” said The “A” in Heard.

But another protest had already been scheduled for that morning. It was the Misunderstood Phrases Consortium.

“I suppose if a king were doing sit-ups, it would be correct, but please do not call me ‘Regime,’ said Fitness Regimen. “That’s not my name.”

If they’re all there, their tempers will be flaring! You’re sure to see your sentences in fragments.

Legend has it that it all went down at Mile Marker 26. All because they didn’t want to fall through the cracks.

This weeks collaboration was written by the one they call, Auntie Ruth. Two things that aren’t a crash of letters are her blogs. You can find her at grace-gratitude.blog and praypower4today.wordpress.com. Cheers, Ruth!

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“I saw Alfred this morning,” noted Sprite.

“The snail?” asked Spectre. “What’s he up to nowadays?”

“He’s homeless,” replied Sprite. “He got evicted from his shell by a slimy landlord.”

“Oh, man, poor guy,” remarked Spectre. “How’s he taken it?”

“Better than expected,” said Sprite. “But he’s feeling a little sluggish.”

Alas, poor Alfred. Another illustration from the missus. Everybody loves her previous art here, so once again, she gets tapped for a drawing. You can check her art out and say hello to her on Twatter at @DonnaMStrachan and you can nobble her art prints from Society6 and you can buy her a cuppa on Ko-fi.

Cheers to Kathy & Warren for the continued $10 Patronage. You can find me on Ko Fi, Patreon, Etsy, Amazon, Skillshare and Threadless.

Story by David

“The cat was mostly curious when I put it in the blender,” recounted Lucy.

Yuffie sobbed.

“It got ornery when I added the holy water, but the lid proved the stronger,” continued Lucy.

“How could you do that? What was going through your mind?” Yuffie moaned.

“You always say, fight fire with fire. You were catatonic. What else could I do?” Lucy demanded.

This weeks tale was spun (hah! Git it!) by David. You can check out their poetry and philosophical musings at davidiclineage.wordpress.com

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Story by Marge

Cleric walked into the conference room. Dragon was there, by her illusory fireplace, reading.

Cleric walked over and tried to see over Dragon’s shoulder. “What are you reading?”

“Today’s newspaper.” Dragon pointed at the picture on the page she was reading. “Look. There are ads in here for burial plots.”

Cleric scoffed. “That’s the last thing you need.”

The story, Dragon and Cleric by Marge of margecutter.wordpress.com. An enjoyable visitation to her Sunday stories characters. If you fancy meeting her characters again, head on over to her blog for weekly tales of fantasy, dwarves and ponies.

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