The Gnome

The Gnome headed out into the timber under the emerging bloody blue moon, a double long spring trap slung over his shoulder and three dead rabbits in his hand. The crazed wolfman nearly decimated the local turkeys during the last blue moon. And he left them all out to rot—guts strewn over the ground...

Humans think that saber-toothed cats went extinct around 10,000 years ago, at the end of the Pleistocene. But the Gnome knows better. He even knows where a few of the ancient creatures dwell in isolation, hidden far away from the endless cacophony of man. And the Gnome and his hounds know how to...

The forest grew darker and damper the deeper the Gnome rode up the winding, worn logging road. He sat atop his trusty mule, Thelma, pulling Louise behind them with empty saddlebags upon her back. Their big ears twitched at every suspicious snap in the woods. He took in a deep breath of mountain air...

Gnome life isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. You think sitting around all day in a garden is fun? I spent the first 16 years of my life up to my waist in mulch, standing watch by the petunias across from the bird bath. The gnome race was once the guardians of great treasures and precious gems—you...