Life – Tannille

Blackie and the Human Slave: Warning —Catitude Humor Inside

Blackie yawned and stretched. She clawed at the recliner, keeping her weapons sharp. “Don’t do that to the furniture.” Whatever.

When I was in school, kids were free-range. Most of us came and went as we pleased… to a degree.

We used to sit in those chairs. Sharing the clouds in our coffee. Our friendship, solid as a rock —

“Don’t point that thing at me.”Tony’s hands flew to his crotch.“Nah, that thing is already too small.”“Let me have a

Ben and Beth were on the run, fleeing from monsters. They found the perfect place to hide in the bush

“We can’t afford to keep him. He eats too much. Have you seen the price of eggs these days?” “You’re

The waves came rolling in, a reflection of her mood. The beating heart of the ocean throbbed in time with

Writer Update:Still Alive! This time of year The Muse takes a holiday. I can only describe September/October as my equivalent

This picture represents me right now. It’s been freaking cold and today was the first day in months we’ve had

Note:This story is meant to be poking fun… *~* It was time for an upgrade. The old clank, a ticking

Note:Best wishes everybody! 2020 has been one hell of a ride for the planet. Here’s to hoping for a better

TANNILLE: Why is everything I write crap? So flat, colourless. MUSE: You place too many restrictions on me. No more