Helter Swelter
Caveat Emptor.
Caveat Emptor.
So, who the fiddler’s flying fig decided Mars needed alligators?
Everyone was getting bored and a little stir-crazy.
The white line on the highway blurred and steadied.
Elvis had left the building.
Shardik woke to the high-pitched laughter of the woman and growled quietly to himself.
The Cedarwood Home for the Elderly stood at the end of a dead-end street in a rotting borough of a dying town.
Something green.
“Why are you late?”