My Pretzels are Better than Yours...

I am working on mock adverts, and this is my 'Pretzel Girl'. Her name is Ilsa, and although she is obviously selling pretzels, she is surprised at how many people continue to ask for milk.

The Light Under the Bed

Tiffany woke to a chattering chorus coming from beneath her bed, and when brave enough to take a peek, discovered a place of wonder and debauchery!

Bad Candy Finger

Dead by the Pool

Morrigan re-read her '94 Cosmo for the bazillionth time, enjoying a moment to herself as the hapless churning mass of undead stayed firmly trapped in the waterless swimming pool.

52 Pickup

Marsha watched in horror as the first wave of Undead crashed against the side of the truck - a churning, mewling slew of bone and spoiled human flesh.

Bringing the tree home...

He had been gone for days, forced by the star trees' rareness to go deeper into the wood than any winter previous. They were fewer these last few years, and harder to find. So with almost no rations remaining, and his will failing, he lucked upon his quarry. Now, after a days walk through the darkness, near blind with exhaustion, he finally sees the fading warmth of his home and his heart lifts. He can almost see the relieved and loving expressions on his wife and child's face, knowing that he has returned to them, and they may survive on the warmth and nourishment of the tree's star for another year.

Sky Diggers...

On a hill, on the edge of the Mire Abyllic, lives a lone Sky Digger; using age old techniques to pull 'Glynt' from the sulfurous clouds that rise from the bottomless chasms' ever-billowing cloud formations.