Clarissa gasped, spinning around. She bumped into Liana in the process. “Ouch!” Liana hissed. A young woman of about thirty-five stood there staring at them. She wore paint-stained denim overalls and a red flannel shirt that had the sleeves rolled up. Her curly black h...
It wasn’t the gigantic, terrifying kind with sharp teeth and pointy horns. It wasn’t even the fuzzy, harmless type typically seen in children’s storybooks. No, this monster had long loosely curled dark hair, a face full of makeup and a terrible pott...
the cat said later that night as it paraded around on top of Clarissa’s head. She sat up with a start, causing the furry beast to hiss and retreat to the couch. She had fallen asleep at her desk yet again. And, by the feel of it, she probably had the imprint of her arm o...