inside an apple there was a worm- small & pale & blind, with one purpose: to wait. when the jaws of opportunity opened – ...

Goodness. Where were we? Ah yes – Bless You! Bagley pauses for a moment, suspends his pen – then, with the air of someone ...

It is a regular Thursday mid-morning. Bagley awakens from a half-remembered dream and blinks a sleepy hello to his cream ceiling. He watches a ...

Good Morrow, Dear Reader! The Narrator here. Do you like stories? What about stories within stories? I do. I love them. In fact, I ...