The Toll

Once every thirty years, like clockwork, the bell of the old church tower rang, by itself. This phenomenon had been witnessed by dozens of scholars and church leaders, attested to and investigated for trickery. None was discovered. The bell simply rang, once. But that was not the most remarkable part. The village was located in … Continue reading The Toll


Every Pot has to Sit on its Own Bottom

“My teacher said you have to call her,” Jason told his mom. “Why?” “She didn't like my drawing.” Jason’s mom looked directly at him. He felt squirmy. “What did you draw?” she asked. “Just our house.” His mom relaxed a little. “Well, why didn’t she like it?” “I don’t know,” Jason said. He threw his … Continue reading Every Pot has to Sit on its Own Bottom

What’s Mine is Yours

Inspired by Vicente L Ruiz’s weekly writing prompt. Picture credit also to Vicente. Belgurb and Meeprose were at the Milky Way Oddities conference on Andromeda. Belgurb sat in on the Truth Probe demonstration where kidnapped earthling specimens were manipulated to tell stories about their favorite memories. One of them talked about a place called Lost … Continue reading What’s Mine is Yours