The Case of the Mysterious Headstone - part 3 - Lillian Morpork

Rose Wallis walked out onto the deck behind the house and saw Charles sitting staring at a letter in his hand. The rest of the mail was piled on a table beside him, ignored.

“Charles, I’ve been wondering what was taking so long. The Post Office isn’t that far away! What’s in that letter that has you so stunned?”

Charles looked up, startled, and grunted. “Sorry; I received this letter and it knocked me for a loop. It’s from Jeremiah Barnaby Sutton, and it solves the headstone mystery!” He looked up at her, his face still showing his amazement.

"Leo the Lion" by Llola Lane (part 3)

"Leo the Lion" by Llola Lane (part 3)
(Inspiration... la forza 11 oil on panel (THE STRENGTH)c by Alba2 Rossini)

Leo's wife was waiting for him when he got home. She was not a happy lioness. He didn't care. Whatever the owl gave him he felt good... for now. He smiled and waited.

Mel - by Gabrielle Wind

“No,” I sigh, “I am unarmed but don't let my looks fool you,” said with a smirk. I looked down decided jump out of the tree and landed smack dead in the middle of the horde of the undead but manage to get to the outer edge of the horde.

The Case of the Mysterious Headstone – part 2 - Lillian Morpork

Sgt. Major Little walked into the room where William was working. Once again, the desk was piled high with papers, files and books. “Good gravy, man, how can you accomplish anything is that mess?”

William looked up, smiling. “I keep a space clear to work at, and I know where everything is if I need to refer to it again. I’m still working on the July first ceremonies and banquet. I need to know who’s who and who not to seat together. I’m nearly done, and when the door opened and the same young lady came in. “The desk will be clear in a moment, Betty works miracles seeing to that.” He added with a smile.

"Leo the Lion" by Llola Lane (part 2)

"Leo the Lion" by Llola Lane (part 2)
(Inspiration... la forza 11 oil on panel (THE STRENGTH)c by Alba2 Rossini)

Along the way Leo met many animals. They all had respect for him but he found that they actually seemed to LIKE him. He held his head a little higher at the thought that not EVERYONE was after him. He had been in the cave way too long. He needed to get out more. He made a mental note to "get out more" and continued on his way to the oak tree. It was close. He could see the leaves of it’s' branches up ahead. He stepped up his pace, walking a little taller.

"PattyCake" by Teri Meridian

"PattyCake" by Teri Meridian
inspired by "Ed is Dead" by Van Caerndow

"Hey, Patty! Nice day to die, right amigo?"

I hated it when they called me that. My name wasn't Patrick and I wasn't of Irish descent. I was a native New Yorker, with a mother from Paris and a father from London. "Patty" was really just half of their name for me -- "Cow Patty" -- since in their eyes I was little more than cattle dung. Or, at the very least, it was what they thought of the cheap tin badge that read "United States Marshal" pinned to my coat. You would have thought that Uncle Sam could have at least made it out of silver or gold. If a man was going to put his life on the line for something then make its symbol worth a few dollars.

"Leo the Lion" by Llola Lane (part 1)

"Leo the Lion" by Llola Lane (part 1)
(inspiration... la forza 11 oil on panel (THE STRENGTH)c by Alba2 Rossini)

Once upon a time there was a great lion King named Leo. He lived in a cave on a high mountain with his wife and 2 sons. He was king of the forest and other animals bowed down to him.... mostly. Every now and then he had to put some animal in it's place, and there were many lions that did not want him to be king. Mostly his brothers, but other lions too. They were constantly questioning his authority and challenging him. It was hard work being a king.

The Case of the Mysterious Headstone – Lillian Morpork

The Case of the Mysterious Headstone – Lillian Morpork
(inspiration) Lost Leaf by Mathilde Vhargon

Regimental Sergeant Major Cameron Little (ret.) stood, hands on hips, looking down at the cluttered desk. It was covered with stacks of file folders, books and papers, and volunteer William Mayfair, in the chair behind the desk, was almost hidden.

The Mandolin – part two – Lillian Morpork

The Mandolin – part two – Lillian Morpork

Barniel paced up and down the corridor, fretting about his appearance before King Urnath to be judged for the position of Court Bard. He would be the highest Bard, head of all bards, minstrels and troubadours in the kingdom, and young for such a high post. As he paced, his mind went back to that night ten years ago, after one of the final battles in the war of succession. That night, a worried fourteen year old trying to help his Mother tend and feed the family, he had met, blessed and buried the former Court Bard. As the Bard lay dying, he had promised to care for Perciander’s Mandolin, and keep his memory and music alive. This was the biggest step toward that goal.