WORDCHASM

It should be known to all who hobby what has become of Glenn Scott Clarkson since the final days of one the bloodiest business disputes of all time, the hobbytown massacre, details of which have proven to be scarce, although a thorough report of the actual events is rumored to be in the making from [...]

by Doug Ullrich
“Lunch time!” Tom spoke the words with his usual jovial, personalized dialect, an almost childish, Sean-Conneryesque slur of words, born from heavily saliva lubricated tongue and cheek movement. This was one of a few trademark utterings during the course of a normal day, almost always spoken in light of consolation for whatever [...]

Tom looked up, raising his eyebrows, his reading glasses balanced on the end of his long, but round pointed nose. His pencil fell to the floor. “Well, I-I uh, uh, I think they just sell toys overthere.” Despite the studder he rambled confidently and seemed satisfied as he ended his words with a [...]

by Koop and Ullrich
The incongruity manifest. There was nothing else to do…
“Vera, Veeeera,” growled a guttered voice.
His shirt was tight over his head – arms dangling loosely, pale at his sides. He grasped a blue, fluffy dustbuster and scoured the walls daintily – all while ambling, grumbling like an upset ape. Blonde straight hair [...]