The Gators of Mars
So, who the fiddler’s flying fig decided Mars needed alligators?
Prefer to read a series from the beginning? Haley's War is an unfinished chaotic fever dream, but it's a helluva ride.
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. The zombie’s newly-detached lower jaw sailed through the air, flicking ...
“I’d love to, babe, but my phone’s just about out of juice!”
Gwen barely could focus on the oncoming traffic as she headed for home. What a bitch of a day. All I want to do is rip off this bra and put on the give-up pjs.
Let’s get the moral of the story up front, shall we? Never try to hypnotize a gypsy. Never host a bachelor party the night before the nuptials. Oh, and never...
I can’t find the time to write.
Doug leans back in his Lazyboy and stretches his arms over his head with laced fingers.
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful kingdom.
I relish the fine minutia of perfection.
Mary had a disgruntled little lamb, Whose fleece was greasy and matted And everywhere that Mary went, It rudely belched and farted.
Bruno Gruff scratched his flea-bitten crotch and stared out the window. His brothers, Barney and Buford, bickered over the last patch of swamp grass. He snif...
I hear them, wriggling and squirming, first to my left, then my right, and then it filled my whole world with noise. The click-click-clicking of their little...