Free-Fall Forward
She whispered it aloud. Her voice. Lower, gruffer.
She whispered it aloud. Her voice. Lower, gruffer.
Between panes of glass, choice slips away.
Every shot taken draws the forest closer.
It started as a joke, really. Betsy dared me.
She’s a smoke show.
So, who the fiddler’s flying fig decided Mars needed alligators?
Eddie’s fist connected with a satisfying crunch and Haley couldn’t keep from smiling.
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful kingdom.
Mary had a disgruntled little lamb
Bruno Gruff scratched his flea-bitten crotch and stared out the window.
Water dripped from high above.
“Sky Captain,” said Willem.