Gloomy Wednesday: Ella’s Turn

Dr. Helena Slogar was desolate. Her darling, beloved Melissa was dead. It was all that dog’s fault. Continue reading

Gloomy Wednesday: RB’s Turn

Elias E. Gorr was in a bit of a pickle.

Being allowed entrance into the secret underground poker tournament had given him nothing but pleasure the last few weeks. He’d never have thought his ability to lie to the law about the illegal activities the professor required of him would come in handy. But, alas, he was shockingly good at bluffing.

Too good apparently. Continue reading

Gloomy Wednesday: Ella’s Turn

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

Gloomy Wednesday: Ella’s Turn

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

Gloomy Wednesday: Ella’s Turn

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

Gloomy Wednesday: Ella’s Turn

Because—hah!—I get to go first!

Alas, I fear things have not gone at all well for the Slogar family this week. Professor Helena Slogar, in her continuing quest to create the perfect husband for her beloved daughter, Melissa, has once again hired itinerant gravedigger Elias E. Gorr to supply her with the . . . product . . . she needs. Elias, being a thoughtful and cautious man, waited until he was certain not to disturb any of the other visitors or the cemetery caretaker to carry out his job. That is to say, he went in the middle of the night. Continue reading