Stories in the Tiny Worlds Sketchbook are like a pencil sketch with words; loose, unrefined and not wholly a thing. But I like them and think there’s something here you might like, too.
Aunt Stella
My Aunt Stella—gawd, she was a card. Always the life of the party, with that grin and those awful teeth. I wouldn’t say she lit up a room, but hell, did she make an entrance.
We all lived together for a short while in our little traveling circus, and it was then that I heard about her strange habits. They were the talk of everyone around.
She never talked, you know. Just stared at people for a long time. It freaked out every circus goer who came near. I guess that’s why she was there. One time, she scared some kids so badly they shit themselves. Swear to it, saw it with my own beady eyes.
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