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A Warm Lair
Clint expected to be trapped in darkness. Instead, when his desperate coughing fit had finally subsided, he became aware that his surroundings were warmly lit.
The Fear of the Undead
There was the sound of a bloodcurdling groan from behind the tin waste bins. Garth drew his baton and quickly splashed away from that alley.
The Vengence of Dr. Madison
She gazed across the heavy ripples of the moonlit surface, as an object...an eyeball it was, bobbed between the lily pads towards the bank.
The Great Blue
I have been called the whitest black person a person has ever known. Who was it that thought Intelligence is appropriated to white people,
Falling Fire and Other Sorrows
It blazed like a falling star As it hurtled toward the hillside. Down it flew To the planet of the intelligent creatures,
The Lost Girl
They found her there Deep In a wildly whirling husk Fractured hull overspread by frost Wrenched asunder, thrusters long lost
You are out of touch With your Imagination Why have you forgotten her name? The free and grace filled Spirit, Spunky and graceful,
Tiger cubs have to learn to growl To feed their Roar Don’t steal their thunder Before their time Before they’ve claimed their Domain
Kindness is a drop of cool water And an autumn breeze When the world is filled with falling, When their hearts are besieged
The astronauts rushed toward the bay doors when they saw that Zayir’s team had returned with the last of the supplies of the abandoned station.
The Gold Miner
Fredrick felt the impending imbalance overwhelming the fading resistance of his arms as he grasped at the few damp tufts of grass near the mouth of the gaping hole. He reached out for a tree root. He tried to swing his legs to shift his center of gravity, but the bandit beside him was clinging to the edge with a single hand, as the other was occupied with the sack. For what seemed like several minutes they struggled and kicked each other until neither could tell if they were trying to help or drop the other. The stone that the bandit was holding on to suddenly came loose in from the damp dirt. His quick hands grasped Fredrick’s shirt with a sharp jerk. For a second, all of the muscles in Fredrick’s body and his white fingers locked onto the edge. Alas, the earth gave way before he could collect himself, and the two of them disappeared into the abyss.
Friends, Chris Pratt isn't Sus
I think Chris Pratt is a good man. He is a man who is confident and unashamed of his beliefs. He is a man who stands out from the crowd, even in his own family. Pratt expressed that he doesn’t see either side of the political divide in our country as something that he can personally resonate with, that the enmity Americans have with each other should be overthrown by solidarity.