Colleen was tiny. And not in the petite, slim sort of way - she was literally tiny, a scant 4 ½ inches tall. She hadn't always been tiny. A mere month ago, sh had stood an average 5 foot 5. Lurking in her DNA, however, had been a quirky little gene, dormant for the first 21 years of her life. The day after her 21st birthday, she'd stared at herself in the mirror, wondering if her height had changed.After 5 days, it was obvious that something was going on, so it was off to the doctor, who

Marcus glanced at the clock, rolling his eyes. With an exasperated huff, he tapped his foot on the linoleum floor - Katie was late again. He didn't know how she hadn't been fired yet, she was always late or sick or had some bullshit excuse to weasel out of her shift. He was pretty sure she was sleeping with the owner. The married owner.The incessant jangling of the phone snapped him out of his thoughts and he grabbed the receiver in one flour-covered hand, “Romeo’s Pizza on West Elm, are

Zach did not want a baby-sitter.He was thirteen now - practically an adult! His parents insisted that he still required “adult supervision” all because of a few incidents that were totally not even his fault. All he wanted to do was play video games and stuff his face with all the junk food he could stomach without puking. Typical teenage boy desires.At least his baby-sitter was pretty…he guessed. He was still half on the ‘girls are gross’ team. But she treated him like he was a l

Bruiser was your average standard issue yellow Lab. Overly friendly with absolutely zero brains. He also possessed the sort of appetite that gets dogs in trouble. Again, standard issue Lab. To him, if it smelled like food, it was food…doubly so if it was tasty.Bruiser had a good life. With one exception….Robbie.The bratty 5-year-old son of his master. He looked like a little blonde cherub, but he was an absolute hellion. And he loved to torment Bruiser, who wasn't smart enough to real

It was a curious thing, being oats.Yesterday afternoon, you'd pissed off the magician who'd been working the same birthday party as you - an altercation over parking - which you won - you did have a horse trailer, after all. This had obviously agitated the magician, who'd apparently had some actual magical capabilities. You didn't even know real magicians existed, to your detriment.It had been a slow burn, too. You'd been carefully mixing up morning feed for your string of 20 chubby little po