Category Archives: William Snakesneer

It was a balmy, warm Saturday morning. A gentle zephyr blew from the west, bringing with it the promise of continued good weather as it flitted and playfully shook the dark green leaves of the big leaf maple trees that … Continue reading →

A large crowd of students and townspeople had congregated in the parking lot in front of the Tootville High School as volunteer firefighters battled to control the blaze of the burning school building. Mrs. Dinkle stood in the throng next … Continue reading →

In the Tootville High School boys bathroom, Reginald was at one of the sinks putting on make-up. A guy had to look his best all the time these days. Stretch clumsily pushed open the bathroom door, entered and stood at … Continue reading →

Stretch strode purposefully along a sidewalk toward the Tootville police station. A pair of dirty, clay-stained tennis shoes, laces knotted together, dangled from one of his casts. Yes, he was a man with a mission and he would not be … Continue reading →

Timmy and Tammy sat silently in the living room with their eyes transfixed on the television. Their mother prohibited any kind of violence or conflict in the home so the children couldn’t watch cartoons, but they were occasionally permitted to … Continue reading →

It was the night of the championship game and the stands were filled to capacity. One side of the gym cheered for the Irontown Maggots and the other side rooted wildly for the mighty Tootville Chickens. The Chickens were seated … Continue reading →

Chesty McBust stood in the girl’s bathroom pounding on the stall door where Fishface had exiled herself. “Come on, Fishface, open up.” “No!” yelled Fishface. “Come on,” pleaded Chesty. “I’m never coming out of here,” said Fishface sadly. “I’m too … Continue reading →

It was Thursday morning at Tootville High School and first period was almost over. Miss Limburger stood writing with great enthusiasm at the blackboard. It seemed to have been an exciting class for her, full of nouns and predicates and … Continue reading →

Night had fallen over Tootville and the magnificent moon was beginning to rise, casting silver half-shadows and gracing the normally drab streets of the town with an otherworldly beauty. Tommy walked through the foyer of the Dinkle home toward the … Continue reading →

Mr. Dinkle stood conversing with an extremely fat man who stood next to a beat-up yellow Volkswagen Beetle in the used car lot. The fat man’s obese wife and overweight son stood beside him, blocking most of the aisle. The … Continue reading →