Michael J.T. Roby
What Was Hers
Agnieszka pulled off on the side of the road and killed the car engine with a jerk of her key. Her head buzzed and her heart raced, but she’d finally arrived just where she needed to be. In the front seat at her side sat a thin but strong stick of birch. Anticipation swirled sickness into her tight stomach, but October twenty-eighth was upon her. It would at last time be time to take back what was rightfully hers.
The Wrath of Schwarzwälder Kirschtorte
Under the light of the full moon an ancient witch worked feverishly at a campfire beneath her cauldron. The temperature, the ingredients, the sacrificial dagger, all had to just right for her truly naughty machinations. Before the deed could be done she had to finish adjusting her camera. When the equipment was set and the lighting was stable, she stepped behind her pot and tapped her gnarled wood staff against the earth.
Little Lady and Old Girl
Little Lady bolted out the door as Simon was returning from the outhouse. As a ten-year-old boy from the suburbs, going in and out from his grandparent’s farmhouse was strange enough, he had not considered at all about the little beagle rushing out the door. The boy stomped his foot as the dog vanished into the darkness, took a deep breath to call her back, then thought better of it. If he woke his parents, there would only be trouble. All he needed to do was find a flashlight and he could run after her himself. At least, as he tiptoed into the kitchen and heard rain begin to fall, he hoped that would be the case.
Mad Masala: Curry Road
No less than twenty muscled, leather-headed mutant men gathered on the hills at their master’s call. All drove through the dead grass on spiked motorcycles or combine harvesters, save for the crazed woman who had somehow brought a twenty-one stone, mutant, blood-lusted stag under her power. There were murmurings in the crowd when they first gathered, but all were silenced when their leader, a giant over two and a half meters and garbed in nothing but a loincloth and a cricket helmet, took his place before them.
That Damn Alphabet Soup Book
It’s hard to pick a single bedtime story from my childhood on literary merit alone. I remember laughing along with my dad for The Great White Man-Eating Shark about a boy who disguises himself as a shark to scare all his neighbors out of his favorite swimming hole. My mom and I shared tears over The Littlest Angel. And it was eventually with my parents alternating chapters I first enjoyed everything from Captain Underpants to the Harry Potter books. But based on experience alone my favorite of the bunch may have been a seemingly innocent little licensed children’s book called Mickey’s Alphabet Soup.
Witchy Kitchy with Mad Missy Mildred
Witchy Kitchy with Mad Missy Mildred A Play by Michael Joseph Tharnish Roby Characters: MILDRED: Female. A witch, mid 50’s in age. Runs the cooking program Witchy Kitchy. Though the character is female, a male may play the role with an exaggerated British falsetto if desires.