Short Stories

Short Stories

Looking for a quick lunchtime read? Look no further! Here you will find monsters in bathtubs and mysterious visitors, forward-thinking dragons, baking-obsessed reapers, and… sock monsters. Yep.

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Glenda & the Horsemen of the Apocalypse

“Is he up to date on his vaccinations?” Pest asked, rubbing his ankle.

“He’s not going to give you rabies,” Glenda snapped.

“Oh, I’ve already got that,” Pest said comfortably. “I’m more worried about what I might give him.”


Beaufort Scales & A Rather Difficult Flying Lesson

“He’s got acrophobia,” Amelia said.

The two older dragons stared at her, while Gilbert slumped onto his belly with a sigh.

“Acrophobia? He’s scared of – acrobats?” Beaufort asked, puzzled. “I mean, I can see why, but it’s hardly relevant -”

“Heights,” Amelia said. “He’s scared of heights.”


A Monster in the Bathtub

They spotted it together, a fin sliding up through the foam then slipping away again, and the rat shrieked.

“Is that a shark?”

“Shh! And of course it’s not a shark. What would a shark be doing in a bath?” But he pulled his hand away anyway. Just because it wasn’t a shark didn’t mean it wouldn’t bite.


Coffee, Cake, & Ghoulets

“Well, no, but I live in an apartment! What do I do with them?”

“Fill the bath with grave dirt so they’ve got somewhere to sleep, feed them some chicken, and teach them to be good little ghouls. That’s it.”

“That’s it, is it? No ghoulish nursery rhymes at bedtime, or graveside etiquette lessons?”

There was a pause. “I don’t think that’ll be necessary,” the Secretary said, sounding uncertain. “Unless, of course, you want to.”


The Sock Monster

“What if she eats all the new socks?”

“The sock monster’s a she?”

Sam gave me the exasperated look only seven-year-olds seem to have really mastered. “Why not?”

“Well, very true. I imagine being a sock monster is an equal opportunity position.”



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