Who knew a pilfered lip gloss could lead to war? Certainly not Jezzy St. Claire or Mina Lawrence. Had they known, perhaps they’d have found a way to compromise earlier.

Jezzy and Mina started the school year as best friends. They’d been that way since the third grade when a frightened Mina enrolled mid-year after her parents divorced.

Maybe Mina had slept wrong the night before, maybe her panties had ridden up one too many times, or maybe the whole wheat cereal she’d eaten for breakfast had triggered a food allergy that caused irrational reactions. No one knows exactly why Mina said “no” when Jezzy asked to borrow her lip gloss, but she did. Most believe, however, that Mina and Jezzy both wanted the same boy, Carlton Catana, and the lip gloss had become the secret weapon that both thought they needed. Continue reading →

Another light-hearted one:

Ugg stretched his long legs out in front of him, parted to make space for the crude offerings he worked to prepare. To his left, he tossed a few twigs to the baby sun god he’d captured. The tiny deity had quite the appetite for vegetation, the drier the better.

He hadn’t told his wife Glerg about his good fortune yet but waited for her to return from her daily visit to the stream for water.

She alerted him to her presence with an ear-piercing scream. Continue reading →