Dr. Helena Slogar was desolate. Her darling, beloved Melissa was dead. It was all that dog’s fault. Continue reading
Melissa Slogar laid sideways across her bed and stared up at the underside of her lacy pink canopy. She was bored. Bored bored bored bored bored. The house was so empty these days. There was no one to play with, nothing to do. Her mother was hardly ever home and there was no one else left. They didn’t even have those awful parties anymore because practically everyone else was dead, which was so boring. Dead people were boring. Her mother was boring. This empty house was boring. Boring boring boring. Continue reading
Both the Slogar and the Blackwater families were rocked by tragedy this week. Although the Slogar family didn’t much notice their loss, to be honest. Continue reading
Melissa Slogar sat Grogar the teddy bear carefully down in the corner of the old bench by the lake, then sat down on the other end of the bench, as far from the teddy bear as she could get while still technically sitting with the bear. After weeks in the prison infirmary the doctors had concluded that whatever the teddy bear had once been, he was now no more than an inanimate object. Continue reading
Tragedy shook the beleaguered Slogar family this week.
Professor Helena Slogar, continuing her quest to create the perfect husband for her daughter, Melissa, obtained a remarkably fresh brain for Grogar the teddy bear. A healthy young man from a good family who lived in the neighboring town died suddenly from a tragic . . . accident. Continue reading
Sometimes, when life seems darkest, that is when the sun finally appears.
When last we saw Cousin Mordecai he had fallen into an open grave, trapped, alone in the dark and frightened. His future looked bleak—and brief. Who could have predicted that just moments later his own personal sun would appear? Continue reading
Things went badly the last time Professor Helena Slogar implanted a brain in Grogar the teddy bear, her beloved daughter Melissa’s husband-to-be. But Professor Slogar has had some time to ponder her problems, and she believes she has the answer. She needs to be more discerning about the brain she uses. Perhaps a brain that’s fresher. Certainly she needs one that is not diseased. But how to find such a perfect specimen? Continue reading
*cough* Cousin Mordecai couldn’t remember a more exciting event. *cough, cough* Not even this plaguing cough would get him down. The Will-It-Never-Cease-Snowing Dance was tonight!! And Willamina, his one true love, would be in attendance. He’d been practicing the Macarena all day. Tonight she’d finally look at him without disgust. *cough* Continue reading