Djinn Mustard

Zeinab’s mother covered her daughter’s eyes through most of Aladdin. She hated the eponym’s mystical companion, the shape-shifter with his feet curled like devil horns. “Djinns!” She would exclaim, “Ghouls of smokeless fire!” Zeinab learned to similarly fear these apparitions that slunk invisibly between worlds. She dreaded the thought of a spectral spectator who could

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Oil Hill

Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch water. When they arrive there’s no water, instead a large oil gusher. They run back home and tell their mother. “Mom we’re going to need barrels.” Both cry out. “Don’t be silly and stop playing in the mud.” Said their mother. ~by Denny E. Marshall

You Can Leave Your Hat On

“It’s kinda cold; here, you can wear my hat.” “I’m not going to wear your funky Yankees cap while we’re having sex; I’d feel stupid.” “I think I’ll wear your lacey pink bra around my neck like a scarf.  Ya know; get in touch with my feminine side. How’s it look?  Do I not play the vamp with a certain

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