Troll's Blog: Bedtime Stories

Perfect skin, dusted a light powder blue. Bright burgundy Mohawk. 6'4". Dark blue uniform. Big shiny gun. Yeah. I'm the Troll under the bridge. But if you're reading my blog, you know that. That's why I call it Troll's Blog. Duh. Sooo not a euphemism. You'd think the tusks would give it away. But I guess people are pretty used to seeing body art, even dental sculpting. Amazing what dentists can do these days. Did I tell you I worked in a dentist's office for a while? Till I bared my tusks at a child who thought he wanted to be unruly in my office. He changed his mind. Unfortunately so did the dentist. I wasn't going to eat him. Honest. Kids don't even taste all that good. But I digress. This story isn't about me. Not exactly. It's about my blog. And Sam. And another one of Sam's great ideas. No, not like the one where he and Kara's fiancé got to watch me and Kara hold our own private bachelorette party. Though that was seriously hot. No, this story's about Sam. And how he saved Troll's Blog by coming up with one of the coolest ideas ever. You're gonna love it. Really. Publisher's Note: Bedtime Stories in no way represents any actual publishing company. Any resemblance to the staff and authors of Changeling Press is purely coincidental. That's our story and we're sticking to it.