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StoryRhyme After Dark: The Eyes of Bette Davis

StoryRhyme.com — 2013-05-21T15:23:38-07:00

Some people say they’ve seen them, others say it’s just one of those Warner Brothers gas bag superstitions. ...I should explain – there is a legend that somewhere on that vast back lot of Warner Brothers in the moldy old storage sheds where they keep the dusty props from old Bette Davis movies, her eyes can be seen glowing from time to time. ... Some people even say Herman Finster, her embalmer, a rabid fan, (and believe me, there’s no other way to describe a Bette Davis fan) removed her eyes and buried them somewhere on the back lot of Warner Brothers studios. ...Miracles do occur now and then and I must confess I have walked those back lots at Warner Brothers at night with a fair degree of trepidation. ...

StoryRhyme.com — 2011-10-05T17:31:44-07:00

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StoryRhyme After Dark: Night of the Monster

StoryRhyme.com — 2011-09-30T15:16:21-07:00

“It is in that bottle on the end of the bench, Master –– the small bottle, not the big one.” ...Igor was aware that the next monster would be a politician, and certainly a large brain, one capable of wisdom and conscious thinking would be a handicap. The storm was growing in intensity and lightning flickered ominously as the Professor settled the brain neatly in the empty cranium of what would soon be the next candidate for President of the United States. ...The empty space in the cranium was stuffed to fill the void in the politician’s head and the ceiling panels were pulled back to expose him to the storm. The rain beat down on the laboratory equipment and soon Igor, the Professor and the politician-monster were soaked through to the skin.

StoryRhyme After Dark: The Gargoyle and the Scullery Maid

StoryRhyme.com — 2011-08-28T23:10:55-07:00

If you enjoy this short story, you really need to visit our Harry Buschman Library for more tales of whimsy and wisdom. ...You want to get ahead, don’t you––you have to play nice with the Schatsky’s... ...Don’t forget, Doris, you were nothing but a scullery maid until I took pity on you.” ...If it wasn’t for me you’d still be up in the belfry with rusty rainwater coming out of your nose.” ...

StoryRhyme After Dark: Small George

StoryRhyme.com — 2010-03-21T17:12:04-07:00

When George came of age he told his mother and father he was climbing the fence and going off to make his fortune with the giants. ...Wealthy women hired him as a pet and would even take him to bed with them as you or I would take a cat or a dog. ... Gamblers would rub the top of his head for luck, even heads of state would let him pick folded up declarations of war and peace out of a hat. ...In time the Giants lost interest in George and instead of finding himself sleeping between satin sheets with titled ladies, he was moved downstairs to the sofa. ...He was just as poor and ragged in Giantland as he was with his mother and father back in Lowland and as he sat on the curbstone in the rain with giants tripping over him, he wished he was home again.

St. Patrick

StoryRhyme.com — 2010-03-17T17:08:23-07:00

Had it not been for a band of Irish marauders in the fifth century, March 17 might’ve been plain old Maewyn’s Day; because Maewyn wouldn’t have changed his name to Patrick, and he likely wouldn’t have become a saint. ...But as it happened, the 16-year-old Welsh lad was kidnapped by those Irish marauders, and during the six years young Maewyn spent in captive servitude as a shepherd in Ireland, he experienced a religious awakening. ...Patrick certainly had the luck of the Irish: Not only did he break away from and evade his captors, but several times later in life he escaped from arrest from the pagan Druids (who didn’t really appreciate his zestful missionary activities in their midst). He was successful at that chosen mission, too; founding schools and churches and performing baptisms with a fervor: Ireland became a Christian country. ...

Picture of the Week & Baseball

StoryRhyme.com — 2009-10-26T15:28:18-07:00

Some of you sharp people out there have figured out that for the past few weeks, StoryRhyme.com has been putting up a picture of the week on the front page of our site. ... This week's pick was taken after I gave Charlie and his friend George a box of chalk and turned them loose to decorate the back patio with it. ...I grew up watching games with my dad and, like many of my generation, remember the great All-Star Dodgers infield -- Steve Garvey, Ron Cey, Davey Lopes and Bill Russell. I don't know the players like I used to, but it's nice to be able to sit back and still enjoy the game after all these years. ...

No Reading Aloud (Allowed) in the Classroom? Fido Update.

StoryRhyme.com — 2008-03-30T14:52:28-07:00

Now, as anyone who's spent any amount of time on StoryRhyme.com knows (especially if you've read our manifesto), we strongly advocate reading aloud to your children, and vice versa. ...One of the classics he's read to the class in the past, and we've subesequently gone out and gotten a copy of, is "Tom Sawyer." ...I defy anyone to find an adult out there who can't instantly call to memory a recollection of a classic book that was read to them by a teacher. ...I've taken enough online courses to know that proper word usage, grammar, and sentence structure are not what they should be (and this is from college students). ...Our little friend is destined to one day, in a few short weeks, complete the metamorphosis process and become a beautiful butterfly, at which time we'll set him free in a happy butterfly-friendly zone.

Fido, the Butterfly

StoryRhyme.com — 2008-03-25T15:03:06-07:00

Unable to render assistance, (and feeling perfectly awful about it) we advised him to maneuver his tooth back in place until we could have it taken care of by professionals. ...No one knew what happened to the poor thing, but Charlie, who has a reputation for being an animal saver, was sought out for his expertise. ... His somewhat jaded teacher admonished him that he was depriving birds of their food, but Charlie was resolutely determined to nurse his new friend back to health. So we now have a flightless butterfly living in Charlie's large butterfly keeper (his wing is intact on one side but he only has a remnant on the other). ...