Monthly Archives: October 2021

Cage One Experiment

As the kids were getting ready for Halloween, I was working in my basement lab. I just need to combine the final ingredients and administer a dose to the mice in cage one. I’d be done in 20 minutes and life expectancy would double for the rodents. Of course, it would be months before the results were in.

My twins, Super Mario and Princess Peach were dressed and ready to go as I emerged from the basement. “Let’s go Daddy!” they exclaimed in such perfect unison you’d think they were identical. It was only another minute, and we were on our way unaware of what was happening beneath our feet.

Five doors down we heard creaking, Peach said it was coming from the coffin on the neighbour’s front lawn. Ten doors down we heard shrieks of horror. Mario insisted it was the motion sensor ghost he’d passed.

Fifteen doors down the other kids (and parents) were running past us screaming They weren’t even stopping for candy. “What’s the scare? I asked one Mom. She just looked behind and kept running.

Someone else screamed, “Giant mouse, run for your life!”

Next, I heard sirens and other vehicles speeding by. They looked like they were stopping at our house. An explosion rock the night sky and a picture frame landed at our feet.

“That’s us with Mommy.” said Peach.

“Not possible.” I replied but then I saw it, 12 feet high and 25 feet long from nose to tail. It was the biggest mouse I’d ever seen. It surveyed the neighbourhood then started snapping up kids like they were snacks. Neighbourhood families tried to flee but five more emerged to surround them.

Only then did I realize what was happening. The Lab, my home, oh God! Six mice had been dosed with my serum. It was supposed to promote longevity but instead, they grew and grew and grew. They would have their fill of trick or treaters before scurrying into the night.

So as you get ready for this Halloween, remember they are still out there and they are hungry. They may be waiting in your neighbourhood to find their favorite treat, candy stuffed children. So this Halloween be sure to look over your shoulder and listen for squeaking, and if you hear it run for your life!”  

Pumpkins carved by Emily and Greg Glazebrook. Photo Credit: Greg Glazebrook
Copyright 2021 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.


My Ghost walks the
path I forged in life.

A final turn to survey
all that I leave behind.

Lost and forsaken to
roam the earth forever.

Written for Week 300 of Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge. Photo credit: Tandem X Visuals via Unsplash.
Copyright 2021 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.

Young Lovers in a Digital Age

Following his remaining senses Ben awkwardly lurched towards Sarah’s voice; hidden behind the camera’s eye,

She’ll let him find her, but not before capturing the foolish boy and posting his antics to TikTok.

When he finally catches her, he wraps her up in his arms and they fall to the ground laughing forever.

Written for Week 299 of Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge. Photo credit: Aedrian via Unsplash.
Copyright 2021 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.

Chance Encounter

Sitting in a coffee shop corner table, tea no longer steaming but still warm. The glass door bending the mid-morning sun catches my eye. I instinctively look up and glimpse her silhouette. My heart skips a beat as she walks towards the counter.

I sit up, mesmerized as if the rest of the world had fallen from beneath me. A pang of guilt fills me as I can’t turn away, can’t take my eyes off her. She is tall, beautiful, imperfect, and all together, together. She radiates a confidence that captivates me, holds me and wraps me up like a helpless suitor unwittingly entangled in her web.

The barista hands her a cup as she turns on a heel. For a moment I’m certain she glances my way. Maybe she notices but keeps her cards close as she walks past me. I try to smile but can only breathe her in as she continues out of my life.

With a deep sigh, I return to my morning ritual. She lingers on my senses for a moment, then impulsively, I jump to my feet and race for the door.

This might be my one chance…

…but I’m too late.
Standing on the sidewalk scanning the cityscape,
she’s gone as quickly as she arrived.

Photo Credit: Unknown
Copyright 2021 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.


She lay asleep inside her Guardian’s twisted fairytale cabin, seemingly peaceful yet unwakeable.

She’d been cautioned by childhood stories of forbidden fruit but Antanasia couldn’t resist the crimson apple the craggled old woman carried within the weathered basket on her arm.

With one bite she fell under the witch’s spell, imprisoned in her own nightmare, longing for her fair love to release her from this curse.

Written for Week 298 of Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge. Photo credit: Toa Heftiba via Unsplash
Copyright 2021 Greg Glazebrook. All Rights Reserved.

No Justice

Grey suit, clean shaven, hair brushed back, I enter the courtroom. The verdict moments away. I know I’m right, my team fought hard to prove it but it’s in the hands of the twelve. The defendant, an American icon, a bully hell bent on taking what it wants. Ideas, prototypes, money, control.

…and then the moment, “Not Guilty.”

It couldn’t have been more obvious, yet so muddled all at once. A monumental decision only the courageous could make. The jury, now released, slink back to their every day, using my beautifully simple creation willfully unaware of how there lives had been altered.

…as if I’d already faded to oblivion.

Copyright 2021 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.

Hollywood Seduction

Innocent, naive, quietly reciting the audition lines in her head.

No matter how eloquently she pours her heart and soul into the performance,

Her dreams of silver screen immortality will be decided on the neon bathed couch where she waits.

Written for Week 297 of Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge. Photo credit: Manny Moreno via Unsplash.
Copyright 2021 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.

43 Years Ago…

Memories of summers past have faded but the image of our cabin through the rear window remains; the last summer we’d spend there together.

Shortly after returning home Dad was diagnosed with the cancer that would take his life five months later; leaving an empty chair at our family table.

We tried for a short time the following summer but the sadness that consumed us proved to much for Mom; we’d never return to the cabin in the woods again.

Written for Week 296 of Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge. Photo credit: Nathan Dumlao via Unsplash.
Copyright 2021 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.


The days grow shorter as autumn sheds its summer skin,

Soon, the crushing weight of winter will lay heavy on my rooftop,

In time, I know the sorrow in my heart will fade to the hopeful renewal of spring.

Written for Week 296 of Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge. Photo credit: Nathan Dumlao via Unsplash.
Copyright 2021 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.