Clouds
Jack and Jill lay on the hill
Jack and Jill lay on the hill
The Cessna’s wings clipped the tops off several jack pine as it thundered through the brush on its way down.
Riding the hover train this time of night always made me sleepy.
Dwaithelord — an honorific for the tribal leader of a coven of dwarven wraith soul stealers.
Captain Nestor breathed a sigh of relief as his yacht left the hanger bay of the Vindictus.
Peter wanted a smoke.
Rod in hand, I went to the lake
There once was an alien named Xanarax
I smelled the human long before I laid my seventeen eyes on him.
Billy hated being an alien.
spinning flying orb
Billy: Ya rascally varmit, git back here!