Tickle My Pickle

“Come along,” it’s right over there, Pickle pointed thataway while jogging. Cherry panted behind her. “I… don’t… can’t… this uphill is killing me…” “Ain’t you a runner, lassie?” Killie asked with her thick accent. “I’m a sprinter, not a marathoner!” Cherry complained, breathing hard. Killie had a glint of sweat Read more…

Inktober Prompt: Chicken

Mecha Race Chicken 🐔 Cluck, cluck, cluck. “The chicken race is serious business,” the man said, slapping the Mecha-Chicken’s behind. Cluck, cluck. “Now,” he continued, “hop on that chicken and ride like the wind, jockey!” Then he left, onwards to repeat the same pep-talk to his other riders. Kotopouli hesitantly put Read more…