Madeleine Lebovic The Weekly Knob Feature Dec 7 · 3 min read Viv unzipped her old Beauty and the Beast backpack. She took her time to dig through tins of…… Read more “The Purple Bra”
Josh Petersen The Weekly Knob feature Dec 7 · 6 min read The microwave beeped relentlessly to indicate the plate of pizza rolls were done. Kenny grabbed the hot plate…… Read more “A Simple Game”
Jim Turnbo The Weekly Knob feature Dec 7 · 11 min read “All because of some stupid bra,” Joshua said, jerking his focus over his shoulder. He couldn’t help but…… Read more “Branded for Menace”
Recipes from the Alchemist’s Cookbook! Dave Araki Featured Nov 23 in The Weekly Knob · 5 min read “Don’t judge me,” said the Wizard. “I’m not judging,” replied Murph, juggling…… Read more “The Sorcerer’s Apprentice’s Birthday Cake”
The scent of rose water drifted through the screen door. Glory, at fourteen the youngest of the Wilson clan, hovered, sheltered behind the wire mesh. The preacher straightened like a dog on point, staring at the girl.
The man in the white jacket slides into a booth next to the wall, peers at the laminated paper menu. The woman takes her time, sliding her purse into the booth first, setting half of her butt onto the seat, rotating slightly, sliding the rest of her body into the booth. Her nails are shiny and red, the tips rounded artificially with lacquer. Her face is unpowdered and her eyebrows are drawn on thickly with black pencil.
By Rhiannon D’Averc Featured in The Weekly Knob Nov 16 · The ingredients were simple. A whole stick of butter, to be consumed as you wished. Some women…… Read more “Seven Sticks”
Agnes handed him the iced tea. “Now that we’re settled, how about you tell me why you’re here? What can I do for you? It’s movie night and you don’t want to be late for movie night because all the good seats….”
Drekmyr unconsciously reached up and touched his dark crystal necklace, his eyes beginning to glow red. Timby watched her brother’s face contort in anger and tried to make her voice calm and soothing. “Drek dear, we’re almost at the end of the dungeon. This will all be over soon.”
It was a shiver that not only signified the memory of the sensation on my skin but a shiver that seemed to portend something ominous.