"Thank you so much." "You are welcome," Derek replied. "You don't want any money?" "What is your name? You never told me your name."

i'm sure i am unlike a piece of toast wavered with lusciousness and the sky was never blue whisps and flitters windy maybe i'm sure if i was butterfly's and calm stroking away

escapists... i dare you. the stakes are not the same indecisiveness i want you to try and touch my heart i never led anyone astray and yet the circus came with the pimps feeling whores

Whilst it is true that all the gentlemen in the village of Little Frigging do all boast a more than averagely well-filled trouser, Grand Uncle Stagnant stands well out to the forefront, compared to mo

Pursed numbness. As i wretch for more. Pursed and closed, with an open mind, a breast for a score. My need for shakes, as rumbles go round. The glass and a stretch. A stretch and a line.

A short story from the nation of Chiid. Set in a fantasy world with the usual elves, humans and orcs but in the Industrial Age.

Light. Blinding; glaring white light...

They had wandered along the Appalachian trail, she remembered, that summer...