Author: wpx_bronto

A Bronto Brothers Short Story The Bronto Brothers were halfway through a break when it happened. Rex was pacing behind the stage, muttering rhymes under…

Thanksgiving morning arrived in Dino Hollow with a crisp breeze, clear skies, and the smell of roasted swamp berries drifting across the valley. Inside the…

Fog oozed across the rehearsal room floor like a slow-moving ghost.A plastic skeleton sat in the front row as if waiting for a private concert.And…