From his treetop Slub Glub saw a mass of weeping willow trees crying hysterically; their overflowing tears appeared to be the cause of the recent deluge.
A group of about a dozen were clustered together, swaying back and forth and emitting piteous wails, their plumes of cascading branches shuddering as they shed great gobs of teardrops from their green leaves.
Slub Glub climbed down from his coconut perch and swam downstream to where the willows were gathered.
"My dear trees, you've got to stop this sobbing," Slub Glub implored the inconsolable willows.
"Whaaaugh," was their reply, as they continued blubbering.
"Why on earth are you so upset? Your crying is making a flood and we're all getting much wetter than we'd ...
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Slub Glub Chapter Three: ‘Too Many Teeth’
Slub Glub slid downhill fast, bumping right into the coconut tree that he was searching for, and in doing so managed to dislodge a coconut from beneath one of its giant fronds. The ...
Slub Glub in the Weird World of the Weeping Willows: 2
By Andrew Goldfarb Chapter Two: The Worm's-Eye View "Hmmph. Watch where you flop there, fatty," said the disagreeable worm. "It's not my fault. I've been evicted," said Slub Glub, getting up and dusting himself ...
Slub Glub in the Weird World of the Weeping Willows: 1
By Andrew Goldfarb Chapter One: The Hideous Shrieking of the Rising Sun On Tuesday of last week, Slub Glub was awoken from his peaceful slumbers by the hideous shrieking of the rising Sun. ...
Losing His Head
by Michael C. Keith Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him . . . —William Shakespeare To the outside world Jerry Farelli appeared to have everything life could offer: good looks, excellent health, and ...
Chimerae: Three Self-Portraits
Images by David Goldberg [Proofreader's Note: What is the self but a fantastical amalgamation of ideas, inclinations and elements that nonetheless function, generally, as a complete whole? In a similar vein, Goldberg's self-portraits ...
Incident at Oscuro
by Steve Moore She was laying on the edge of the road with her head a good foot past the white line. At first, Tennessee thought that she must've been a large dog; ...
Finding me hesitant, the daffodils fall back
By Holly Day Finding Me hesitant, the daffodils fall back as if they know their kind is alien here, in the preserved greenstone steppes once home to trilobites and scaly invertebrate worms. only the hardiest flowers grow here, those that can ...
Gleam
by Niall Boyce I had lost track of the days. The first hint that I was near my destination was the glimmer of the plastic sheets flapping in the desert breeze. It was ...
The Separation, Chapter 12: “The Magic Mountain”
[Table of Contents] The world was changing. The stories had become different. Ever since that one scary night. She heard guns again, and fear clawed at her insides and a hideous image ...