Word-At-A-Time-Blog

Grajomelie Knerb opened her pantry and noticed, just in front of her usual pantry paraphernalia, a small tin can with no label. “Strange,” she thought, in a one-word thought; which was in fact her forte. “Can.” she thought. “Beans?” Puzzling a few more moments produced the thought “Opener” which she produced from the “Drawer.” Vimax … Read more

Morgo Portnoy was bored. Bored, bored bored. He’d called in sick, sick, sick, not because he was actually sick, but because even at work he was bored. Bored, bored, bored. He tried watching television, but everything was lame. Lame, lame, lame. He went to the fridge, but it was empty, empty, empty, except for some … Read more

Boregard had never been this hungry before. He’d eaten a healthy breakfast; if you didn’t count the 3 extra bacon slices, which he lied to his wife about anyway (as usual). Mid-morning: apple. Lunch: ham on rye, split pea soup. Snack: almonds. But soon after dinner – pork roast, potatoes, peas and gravy – he … Read more