It was cold outside, the wind biting at his exposed flesh. It would be winter soon, fall ending so quickly. He rubbed his hands together before stuffing them in the leather jacket, his eyes scanning the empty streets. Maorrighan had been all smiles and laughter, but he noticed the worry and concern that seeped into…
3. The Dog, The Witch and the Speeding Ticket: Or why Squid is not allowed to drive. Especially in a fancy fast car.
Squid rubbed the back of her neck, her face blank. She looked up at Cerberus who seemed to have a three way conversation with himself. No doubt debating whether or not to bite Maorrighan. Each head, she remembered, had a distinctive personality, but it was the one in the middle who was more or less…
1. The Incessant Ticking of a Chattering Ghost
Whenever the ghost actually shut up for a few blissful moments, Squid could take that time to center herself. She sat on the bed, legs crossed, eyes closed as she took in deep breaths. On days like this, when the world was pretending to behave, she could have a microsecond of a moment for herself.…
The Ridiculous [Marvelous] Adventures of Squid 