Stories tagged “Oscar”

  • Don't trust a Grouch

    Many cast a loving look on him. I, still but wary, watch. My arrow, notch on its bowstring. Draw back, align, hold… It starts. Music…Sounds growing… Wait for it… Now!!! My arrow sings its song on its flight towards this foul birds throat. Thwac...

  • To Sleep Perchance to Change

    Oscar looked tired. The last time I’d seen him he had been a stout bright eyed chap. Things had changed since then. He was still a large man but clearly defined muscle had replaced much of the fat. My friend yawned and then squinted at me sleepil...