The Wandering Swampawomp

The swampawomp He loves to tromp Through the goo of the tall thin gutternut, Past the speckled dreckle’s little straw hut, Into their watery land of Reshtorott, Where the sun blazes brightly and makes the ground too hot. The large, slow, slimy swampawomp fears His home world where the water disappears. And his kelp clothes … Continue reading The Wandering Swampawomp

Floyd Hott from the World of Flott

Draglor, Canby and Chase, were three flamelits racing fast. In the Waggle Wood Forest and through the thick vifer grass. The dropples were closing in for the kill, Drowning the flamelits, extinguishing their life force almost with sheer will. Floyd Hott was a good little flamelit who stayed home, though it was a bore. But … Continue reading Floyd Hott from the World of Flott

How Marjory Scott Became a Pocket Watch

Collin Caldwell was a man with short silver hair and a scowl on his face. He spent the majority of the last two years tracking Jared Scott, the time-keeper to this place. He came with the intention of going back into time, which he thought was wise, And saving Brenda Caldwell, his late wife, from … Continue reading How Marjory Scott Became a Pocket Watch