THE GUM ( Read more... )

By Jack Quincey ( Read more... )

It sat there in the middle of the living room, just planning its' next attack. It stood very still most of the time but once in a while you would be lucky if you caught it moving an inch. Its' closest friend was a chair that it sat right next to. Of coarse the chair didn't talk, in fact it wasn't even living at all. The footstool was the only ( Read more... )

Nick was an inventor; he was only twelve years old. He invented all kinds of things; his room was cluttered with junk that he could invent with. He could always be found huddled in a corner either drawing up plans or tinkering away at some little quirky device. Like most young men, Nick did not like going to school. Some kids don’t like getting ( Read more... )