Fantasy
I Am The Mighty Elvin
“No- Papa, Elvin whined it’s too tight,” squirming and pulling his head away. He proceeded to twist and thrash around - undoing any progress his father had made getting him fitted into the tiny armor. He began to push his limits when he shoved his palm up into the helmet, knocking it to the floor.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 years ago in Fiction









