Drabble: Priesthood Has Its Privileges by Nicole J. LeBoeuf
The congregation grazed contentedly in the overgrown orchard, but Clever Hoof stood apart. “I’ve been thinking,” she said. Pink Splotch lifted his snout, munching a windfall apple. “What now?” “Well,...
View ArticleDrabble: Be Careful What You Ask For by Nicole J. LeBoeuf
Lisa edges through the half-open bedroom door, whispering narration. “Having put the kids to bed, the Babysitter Detective can at last begin her investigation.” Her cloth handkerchief (every Babysitter...
View ArticleDrabble: East of Omaha, West of San Francisco by Nicole J. Le Boeuf
His name was Ralph. I was just starting to like him. We snuck off to the Edge to get high on visions and false memories. The abyss plays with your mind, so you start imagining lost cities in amazing...
View ArticleDrabble: The Blacksmith Goes to the Ball by Nicole J. LeBoeuf
They left me behind. Good enough to forge their swords, not good enough to wield one. So they say. But tonight a stranger will ride onto the field to aid them, her shield bearing the device of a gourd...
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