I mean she swings more then a 17 year old should swing if you get me drift. Said she had fallen out the sky, well her backside were dusty. Yes I know. I sent her packing with that lion, him that’s scared of his own farts.
Flash Fiction learning that the heart of writing is imagination + craft + editing.
Wednesday, 3 February 2010
Tuesday, 2 February 2010
When its too cold for salad
Monday, 1 February 2010
Friday, 29 January 2010
Listen before you leap
Thursday, 28 January 2010
It ain’t over till the last bullet
Wednesday, 27 January 2010
Only the old know where the mountains are
Tuesday, 26 January 2010
What the fallen hear
The heavier footsteps started from streets who had nothing to lose. Soon those who could pitter-pat in the best French leather joined in. The guns facing them clicked and rattled. The cheers as the stomp of marching feet joined the beat told him it was over more then the silence.
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