Michelle Witte
@michellewitte.bsky.social
Children’s literary agent with Mansion Street Literary (open to queries first 10 days each month, starting in June) and mental health advocate. I also write craptastic books. She/her.
www.michellewitteliterary.com
www.michellewitteliterary.com
It’s not really a cooperative game, but my teenage niblings love Everdell. It’s the one game they won’t argue or fight or get hugely competitive playing. But @debbieohi.com is a better resource on board games, so she might know of some good ones.
November 18, 2025 at 11:35 PM
It’s not really a cooperative game, but my teenage niblings love Everdell. It’s the one game they won’t argue or fight or get hugely competitive playing. But @debbieohi.com is a better resource on board games, so she might know of some good ones.
Ha! Sometimes we just need a break from social media, as a treat.
November 18, 2025 at 4:58 PM
Ha! Sometimes we just need a break from social media, as a treat.
Thanks! It added some levity to an otherwise tedious task at a time when I didn't have a lot of creative outlets.
November 18, 2025 at 4:09 AM
Thanks! It added some levity to an otherwise tedious task at a time when I didn't have a lot of creative outlets.
Aw, thanks. It was a fun bit of silliness that likely won't go anywhere, but it was enjoyable to write at the time.
November 18, 2025 at 1:05 AM
Aw, thanks. It was a fun bit of silliness that likely won't go anywhere, but it was enjoyable to write at the time.
"Hello, my dear!" his voice called from above her. "Care to grab a ladder and help your gramps down?"
"I would," the Michelle replied, "but the ship has crushed my home and all of my belongings. My ladder is likely a thin sheet of metal at this point."
"That's unfortunate," grandpa said.
"I would," the Michelle replied, "but the ship has crushed my home and all of my belongings. My ladder is likely a thin sheet of metal at this point."
"That's unfortunate," grandpa said.
November 18, 2025 at 12:46 AM
"Hello, my dear!" his voice called from above her. "Care to grab a ladder and help your gramps down?"
"I would," the Michelle replied, "but the ship has crushed my home and all of my belongings. My ladder is likely a thin sheet of metal at this point."
"That's unfortunate," grandpa said.
"I would," the Michelle replied, "but the ship has crushed my home and all of my belongings. My ladder is likely a thin sheet of metal at this point."
"That's unfortunate," grandpa said.
Suddenly her grandfather's bulbous nose peeked out over the rim of the lifeboat as it dangled a few feet above the ground. His nose couldn't see, of course, so it was his deep blue eyes that did the actual peeking.
November 18, 2025 at 12:45 AM
Suddenly her grandfather's bulbous nose peeked out over the rim of the lifeboat as it dangled a few feet above the ground. His nose couldn't see, of course, so it was his deep blue eyes that did the actual peeking.
There seemed to be no one else aboard the balloonship, which was odd, though considering the various components of the monstrosity had each crashed more than a century ago, it wasn't too surprising either.
November 18, 2025 at 12:45 AM
There seemed to be no one else aboard the balloonship, which was odd, though considering the various components of the monstrosity had each crashed more than a century ago, it wasn't too surprising either.
Food left her thoughts as her grandfather slowly descended from the ship in a wooden lifeboat, lowering it by the ropes himself.
November 18, 2025 at 12:45 AM
Food left her thoughts as her grandfather slowly descended from the ship in a wooden lifeboat, lowering it by the ropes himself.
The Michelle generally liked pancakes and would probably have had some for breakfast this morning, had a dinosaur, her dead grandparents, and the Lucitanic not shown up at her house.
November 18, 2025 at 12:45 AM
The Michelle generally liked pancakes and would probably have had some for breakfast this morning, had a dinosaur, her dead grandparents, and the Lucitanic not shown up at her house.
She was disappointed, though, that it sat on top of her house. Or rather, sat where her house used to be. It wasn't so much "sitting" on the house as it was "crushing it into a pancake."
November 18, 2025 at 12:44 AM
She was disappointed, though, that it sat on top of her house. Or rather, sat where her house used to be. It wasn't so much "sitting" on the house as it was "crushing it into a pancake."
There wasn't time to ponder the question, though, because the Hindetanic chose that moment to come crashing down onto the ground with a ginormous "thud!"
As the Michelle looked up at the humongo ship and the balloon floating above it, she was grateful that it avoided landing in her garden.
As the Michelle looked up at the humongo ship and the balloon floating above it, she was grateful that it avoided landing in her garden.
November 18, 2025 at 12:44 AM
There wasn't time to ponder the question, though, because the Hindetanic chose that moment to come crashing down onto the ground with a ginormous "thud!"
As the Michelle looked up at the humongo ship and the balloon floating above it, she was grateful that it avoided landing in her garden.
As the Michelle looked up at the humongo ship and the balloon floating above it, she was grateful that it avoided landing in her garden.
"Don't worry, dear," Grandma said, patting the Michelle's hand like only grandmothers can do. "Rolf just likes to smell the flowers, not eat them."
The statement wasn't as comforting as the Michelle would have liked. If he doesn't eat flowers, what does he eat?
The statement wasn't as comforting as the Michelle would have liked. If he doesn't eat flowers, what does he eat?
November 18, 2025 at 12:43 AM
"Don't worry, dear," Grandma said, patting the Michelle's hand like only grandmothers can do. "Rolf just likes to smell the flowers, not eat them."
The statement wasn't as comforting as the Michelle would have liked. If he doesn't eat flowers, what does he eat?
The statement wasn't as comforting as the Michelle would have liked. If he doesn't eat flowers, what does he eat?
When the large slitted eyes turned to look at her, she amended her statement. "I mean, let your feel or paws or whatever tromp through my garden. I don't need vegetables anyway."
November 18, 2025 at 12:42 AM
When the large slitted eyes turned to look at her, she amended her statement. "I mean, let your feel or paws or whatever tromp through my garden. I don't need vegetables anyway."
"Hey, get your feet . . . paws . . . whatever out of my garden!" the Michelle yelled at the dinosaur before remembering that dinosaurs—even the smaller ones—have very sharp teeth and like to eat toenails, among other human body parts.
November 18, 2025 at 12:42 AM
"Hey, get your feet . . . paws . . . whatever out of my garden!" the Michelle yelled at the dinosaur before remembering that dinosaurs—even the smaller ones—have very sharp teeth and like to eat toenails, among other human body parts.
The Michelle wasn't a fan of Xanax. She wasn't a fan of whatever was happening around her either. Chaos is not a theory she particularly enjoys, either in school or out in the world where natural laws should be respected and not trampled on with dinosaur feet. . . . paws . . . whatever.
November 18, 2025 at 12:42 AM
The Michelle wasn't a fan of Xanax. She wasn't a fan of whatever was happening around her either. Chaos is not a theory she particularly enjoys, either in school or out in the world where natural laws should be respected and not trampled on with dinosaur feet. . . . paws . . . whatever.
She covered her eyes with her hands so she wouldn't witness . . . whatever this was. Yes, the Michelle was acting like a child, but only a child could believe everything that was happening around her—a child having fever dreams after breaking into their mom's Xanax.
November 18, 2025 at 12:41 AM
She covered her eyes with her hands so she wouldn't witness . . . whatever this was. Yes, the Michelle was acting like a child, but only a child could believe everything that was happening around her—a child having fever dreams after breaking into their mom's Xanax.
Grandma actually meant it in a different way: finally grandpa was arriving on the Hindentania. The Michelle prayed history was broken as well, at least in this very moment, so that it wouldn't repeat itself when the the Lusibergia landed.
November 18, 2025 at 12:41 AM
Grandma actually meant it in a different way: finally grandpa was arriving on the Hindentania. The Michelle prayed history was broken as well, at least in this very moment, so that it wouldn't repeat itself when the the Lusibergia landed.
Finally understanding dawned on the Michelle at the same time that a flying Lusiberg dawned like a grotesque sun on the horizon. Like grandma said, it was about time. Time was the problem. In fact, time seemed to be broken.
November 18, 2025 at 12:41 AM
Finally understanding dawned on the Michelle at the same time that a flying Lusiberg dawned like a grotesque sun on the horizon. Like grandma said, it was about time. Time was the problem. In fact, time seemed to be broken.
Reality, as the Michelle had come to learn through that nasty science degree, does not bend to human will. What, then, could explain the unrealistic things happening all around them?
"It's about time," grandma said.
"It's about time," grandma said.
November 18, 2025 at 12:40 AM
Reality, as the Michelle had come to learn through that nasty science degree, does not bend to human will. What, then, could explain the unrealistic things happening all around them?
"It's about time," grandma said.
"It's about time," grandma said.
And her physics degree? Pfft. Such a waste. Science was too constricting, telling people what they can and can't do. Better to decide for yourself what reality should be, and then make it happen.
November 18, 2025 at 12:40 AM
And her physics degree? Pfft. Such a waste. Science was too constricting, telling people what they can and can't do. Better to decide for yourself what reality should be, and then make it happen.