Elvis Shops at K-Mart!

Dan'l Broome did not get much done the day he found Vicki Starr sleeping in the pallet yard next to his shop. First there was getting acquainted and picking out splinters. Then there was finding something for her to wear. Then there was dealing with the fact that she wouldn't tell him where she lived.

"I don't remember," she said, her violet eyes large and innocent. "I don't know how I got here either or what happened to my clothes." She smiled up at him. "Must have been some party, huh?"

"Just Wren," said Andy.

The director, Martin Wohlers, rolled his eyes but grinned at the same time.

Davis Jordan Bloom, the producer's representative, asked, "You want your credits to just read 'Wren'?"

"That's right," said Andy. "That's going to be my professional name."

Stellar Sprinkles by the Velvet Ranamorph

Real motorcycles don't run on maple syrup.

On Sunday morning, Justin got up stealthily and tried to conceal his vomiting from his father. It didn't work, the simple layout of the house defeated him; the only bathroom was in between his bedroom and his father's.

"Are you okay, son?" Harold Bock asked.

"Yeah, Dad, I'll live." The nausea had seized him as he lay awake in his bed wondering if he would ever talk to Zoe again, talk to her alone. He'd probably see her at school, though she was a senior and he a sophmore. Their schedules would not naturally intersect that often.

Every super-heroine needs an origin story -- and Vicki has a doozy!

Justin stayed so long in the bathroom that Pete knocked on the door. "Everything okay in there, Juice?"

"No," said Justin. "Leave me alone."

"Yike," said Pete but he did not knock again.

Vic Kemple loved him some sexy superheroines. He never expected to be one!

Andy Wren shook his head. Had he heard the guy right? "You want me to do what to be on your show?"

The guy sighed. "Look it's called Reality TV, and that's not just the genre, it's the title and the whole schtick. A houseful of people who will all go about their normal lives for a whole year while crossdressing."

I wrote this for Bob using characters from Donna Lamb's Blue Moon and Green Sun:

 
Indigo Sky
 
by Donna Lamb and Erin Halfelven

Always read the fine print... especially on wishes!

'Twas the jolly crew of the Mary Deare in seventeen sixty-nine...
With a fresh wind on the Bristol Sound first sang ...

"Don't touch me!"

"I'm gonna show you ... ."

"You're not gonna touch me! Not there!"