Thorn Apple
Ruthanne stopped apologizing years ago.
Ruthanne stopped apologizing years ago.
She’s a smoke show.
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful kingdom.
Bruno Gruff scratched his flea-bitten crotch and stared out the window.
Water dripped from high above.
“Sky Captain,” said Willem.
Ya see, us here wolves got a bad rap.
Steak was supposed to be on sale.
And as quickly begun, it was finished.
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 ...
Lamia wrapped the mottled scarf around her light frame, enjoying the silky sensation as the soft cool hide hugged her contours.