“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.
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.
“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.
“Dammit,” she grumbled as the screen of the tablet turned off.
Etta fumbled around in the kitchen drawer for a charger cable. She yanked the microwaves plug out of the wall and plugged in her tablet. She peered at her reflection in the screen waiting for the tablets power button LED to turn green.
“Hurry up and turn me on,” said her reflection. “We miss you already.”
This weeks art is by Liz of SeeLizBlogWithFriends. For some srsly spookems (and non-spookems) art, check out her site. With pics like Warped Sun, you can see why she’s right up my street.
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.
think bangs would look good,” remarked Steph as her scissors danced
around Becky’s hair.
it!” gasped Becky as the scissors nicked her ear.
A rumble came from the basement. “Sorry,” sighed Steph. “They always get rowdy when they can smell blood.”
Shout out to the missus today for lending me a vampire illustration for this story. Once again, I was faffing about for a horror image and everybody loved her last painting, so hey, she’s back again this week. 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.