“Excuse me, Sherlock, but there’s this insistent fellow from a place called ‘WordPress’ who’s been hounding me about a missing ‘blogger’. I don’t understand what he’s talking about, but could you see to him?”
Author: Dave Ply
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A Dark and Stormy Night
It was a dark and stormy night.
A Bandon Hope
The hieroglyphics on the beach were obscure and alien.
In the Hall of the Forest King
The dreams of my second night seemed so real at first. Then it got weird.
Damsel in the Desert
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As I slogged through the loose sand, I heard the faint cry carried by the gusting wind, “help, help!”
This May Bug You
Eeeeeeeek!!!!
The bloodcurdling shriek echoed through the office, grabbing everyone’s instant attention. What could possibly have triggered such a terrified cry?
Fire Wire
It seemed almost to have sprung up overnight. Long, lean, and wiry with a spiky mop-top. What was it?
May Days
May Day, May Day, May Day!
The Secret Life of Clematis
Clematis. A flower, a vine, a celebration of spring and summer that on the face of it seems lovely, and pure, and innocent. Little do you know…
Sea-ing Red
JJ stood on the ladder outside the boat, still dripping water from his scuba dive. His face took on a shade of green, and we were all startled when suddenly he hurled red over the side of the boat.
It’s unusual, but not unheard of for a diver to get sick, especially if the seas are rough. But they were calm this day, and seasick is no reason for red vomitus. Repeated heaves gave the impression he was hacking up a lung, or trying to turn his guts inside out. We were all, OMG, what the hell is going on, and what are we going to do about it?
