The Ghastling, is a literary magazine that pays homage to the all-fiction pulpwood classics and penny dreadfuls of yesteryear.
This candle holder is suffering from Burning Mouth Syndrome.
Nonplussed barn is unimpressed.
"The clock talked loud. I threw it away, it scared me what it talked."
Lo and behold, the Provincial Trading Co now offers fetching wall clocks; it’s about time!
Castor Pucke trundled out of the house as he always had, waving goodbye to his wife, Beatrice, and took off to spend a day felling trees. Today, while standing over a fallen log and shouting “Timber!”, he wondered how much longer he could hide the secret from his wife that he’d lost his teeth.
Fungoil, the miracle cure-all tailored by the Fae themselves.
Another week at school had passed, and Edmund’s gentle patience was once again rewarded—it was “Fish-stick Friday” at the cafeteria, and for a brief happy moment, all was right with the world.
Lost keys turn to little wind-chimes,
ballpoint pens become their flutes,
Lost gloves find new lives as sweaters,
Lose some thimbles? Now they’re boots!
So if anything goes missing,
From your home, yard, or caboose,
Know the Scallywags have found it,
And have put it to good use!
Oh, the Scallywags are sneaky, When it comes to things they need, But they only take these items, For good use; not out of greed. So the left socks that go missing, From the wash (as is the norm), Are re-knit for toques and mittens, To keep these guys nice and warm.
Eau Revoir, the popular beverage at wakes in rural Quebec!