Love Potion Number 11
The world stuttered in a queer slant as I sat up.
The world stuttered in a queer slant as I sat up.
The gymnast contorted backwards in artful retroflection, her ribbon efficient in its sparely motion, the structured rules of physics seemingly vandalized in ...
That’s how long it takes us to realize the Sun has gone dark.
My dreams always started the same way.
I’ll never forget the first time I sat behind the yoke of dad’s old hovercar by myself, newly minted holo-license carefully filed in my e-wallet.
“Oh, thank you, Spiderman!
“Alfred!
Bob cruises with stealth
The way I figure it, Tiny, is that if we take that piece of bacon you pinched from the giant’s plate and toss drag it over to the fuzzy floor, the dog will s...
“Pansy, did you see what that meathead did?
Waking up thirsty, I stumbled to the kitchen and flicked on the light.
Lamia wrapped the mottled scarf around her light frame, enjoying the silky sensation as the soft cool hide hugged her contours.