Mother Combs
Bio
Come near, sit a spell, and listen to tales of old as I sit and rock by my fire. I'll serve you some cocoa and cookies as I tell you of the time long gone by when your Greats' greats once lived.
Stories (335/0)
Hoodie Disguise
One Halloween night several years ago, a scarecrow grew bored hanging on his stand and decided to see the sights of the land around him. So he climbed down and headed for the nearest town. Grabbing a hoodie off a clothesline on his way in, he hid his burlap face away from all who would see.
By Mother Combsabout 8 hours ago in Fiction
- Top Story - September 2023
The MunchkinTop Story - September 2023
This story is part of the Vocal + Assist on Facebook Lost in a Story Challenge. You can learn more about it here: The house came out of nowhere. It dropped right out of the sky and landed on the Wicked Witch in the East, killing her instantly.
By Mother Combsabout 10 hours ago in Fiction
Forgotten Scarecrow
A Scarecrow guards our fields, protecting our crops from crows and birds. He is made with such care to be as scary to the birds as possible. His clothes are stuffed to the brim with straw. He is brought in from the fields after harvest, stored in a dry place to be refreshed each spring, and placed back in his spot when the crops are planted.
By Mother Combsa day ago in Horror
The Mars Dilemma
“I still don’t see why we have to all go. It was only Josiah who…” Mom didn’t even let me finish this time. “That’s enough, Suzanna. We have all heard enough about it from you. The law is we all have to go, and you know it.” Mom was turned around in her seat on the shuttle, glaring at me.
By Mother Combs3 days ago in Fiction
