EK's Star Log

| Did you know Drabbles are no longer welcomed on Medium? My Daily Drabbles are now here on Blogger because Drabbles are no longer allowed on Medium - this link tells you what Medium changed and where you can go if you are a drabble writter looking for a platform that still allows Drabbles - there are not many - most platforms do NOT allow 100 word stories! Medium used to be the number one place for publishing drabbles and getting paid for tthem, but as of April 4, 2025 Medium has banned drabbles from distribution. Full details HERE |  Head Cheese: A Story of Cauliflower, Cruelty, and Carnage The snow fell in slow, sharp flakes. Shards of comet glass landed on the ground, falling from the sky, glittering against the violet glow of the Fractured Moon. Quaraun stood beneath the awning of the 1968 VW Bus, his foot long rabbitty ears twitching against the wind. His opulent pink silks shimmered beneath his feathered cloaks, chains of silver draping his shoulders, blood crusti...

Pickling Perfection The air inside the BioDome was crisp and fragrant, carrying the tangy aroma of dill mingled with the fresh, watery scent of cucumbers. Rows upon rows of leafy green plants stretched out, their soft shadows dancing under the glowing artificial sun.  Quaraun reclined on a pink velvet lounge, surrounded by frilly pink silk cushions, his usual pink parasol poised in one hand while he sipped black tea from a porcelain cup painted with pink roses. “Glinta, you’re bruising them!” he snapped, watching GhoulSpawn fumble with a particularly large cucumber. “I’m not bruising them!” GhoulSpawn retorted, his tone exasperated as he carefully placed the cucumber in the wicker basket by his side. His green velvet coat was rolled up to his elbows, and a smudge of dirt marred his glasses. “You’re the one who insists I do this by hand. We could use a harvesting machine, you know.” “And deprive you of learning proper care for the plants?” Quaraun huffed. “You are my apprentice, not...