There I was, with my back to the sand dune protecting me from the hail of gunfire and bombs soaring overhead.
'Ha ha ha ha ha haaaa!' Came the noise as the plane shrieked with glee. The man moaned as he tried to escape his marmalade-y death that was threatening to consume him.
The second installment of my story, complete with an unknown title, has arrived! Our heroine has returned to civilization, giving us a glimpse of her daily life, and the hidden strife in her city.
we yelp wide eyed at the mixed reaction of a bemused audience recorded in Manchester, 1966
But then the journey through the entwining filigree yarns continues and the façade, while making an effort to evaporate, remains.
Those somniferous eyes emit stares that ply ripples in creases of space and commute them: Opaquest repose full of gossamer silence .
The first paper plane missed Jojo’s cell by one and crash landed into the wall dividing Elling’s cell and the next cell further west, which had formerly housed one of the unfortunate androgynes, a
I am a biting snowflake on a bitter winter’s eve I am the wild rain pounding the fallen leaves. You are a rainbow with pots of shimmering gold