Wolverine moonbeams flicker about A flock of dreams broods over reality The night is one long psychodrama, The city one lengthy obscenity The tavern one more droning symphony

I had to get out my edit broom and clean things up a bit. “Extra! Extra! Read all about it! People Not Saying Christmas Anymore!”

A sort of 'love story.' Two middle aged people suddenly discover it's time.

Brief résumé; when a top secret gunman is assigned to assassinate a Multi Billionaire, he starts up by watching his target closely. Least does it occur to him that he is not the only gunman involved, Watch out; not too familiar words used in some parts of this story, Check out the Grocery at the end of the story,

Love is a two way street , if you work together you'll get there in the end

translated from my french poem A Pleine Bouche

It's a new world these days ...

He wraps his hands around her throat: A candle about to die Black feathers in hand, almost smote; With daggers bloody goodbye. Then like a male she droop wings But not in courtship display.

Introduction of a character /w depression. Hope you enjoy. As always, would love any and all constructive criticism. Anything about flow, structure, content, places where elaboration would be helpful. THANKS!

By the time our heroes came across the yellow Mercedes convertible parked at the pier, Boris Buttinski was out of the trunk and heading to the end of the pier.