Riding the Train
Riding the hover train this time of night always made me sleepy.
Riding the hover train this time of night always made me sleepy.
Jake hobbled in to the kitchen and half-sat on his haunches.
Agent Justin Cayse left the bordello from the rear, having escaped his captor.
Me and Little Tim race our horses hard trying to catch up to the train.
The Cedarwood Home for the Elderly stood at the end of a dead-end street in a rotting borough of a dying town.
“So, I know something you don’t know.
I entered the ballroom and searched for her in a sea of gowns and tuxedo.
The Allfather’s daughter, shame of Asgard, fled the Great Hall and made her way through the wood to the cliff-side.
School wasn’t working for me.
Everything was going according to plan.
Archie winced and swallowed.
Walking by my daughter’s room with an armload of laundry, I pause to listen at the door.