WORLD NEWS FLASHES
Headlines From A to Z
Adventurous alchemist acquires ancient alien artifacts.
Beautiful Byzantine bronze bowls buried beneath Badlands bog.
Curious, clever chipmunks creeping, cunningly catch crickets.
Dugongs drowsily drift downstream, daydreaming.
Extraterrestrials exist everywhere, exclaim experts.
Festive fair features formulas for future fossil-free fuel.
Gorilla gang greets golden giraffes gobbling green grapes.
Holographic healing hallucinations help handicapped heroes.
Iridescent icons intrigue intrepid investigators in Iceland.
Jovial Jacksonville jugglers jumping joyfully juggle jelly jars.
Kangaroos keep kicking karate kid’s kaleidoscopic kinetic kites.
L.A. lounge lizards languish lazily, licking lemon lime lollipops.
Magical mushroom mania makes major mainstream mark.
Newton’s notes name new nominal number nuances.
Optical orbs over oceans observe other-worldly occurrences.
Parasitic phenomena poses problem preventing proliferation.
Quintessential queens quietly question quantum quaaludes.
Rodeo roughriders rope rowdy rhinos ruining rhubarb rows.
Sizzling swordfish steaks still smell savory, sans sage.
Tasmanian turtles take time to taste tart tender tubers.
Urban usurpers ultimately unite under UFO’s ultimatum.
Vibrant visions viewed vicariously validate visitors’ vacations.
Wise white whales wander worldwide with wunderkind.
Xanadu’s X-game (e)Xperts (e)Xamine (e)Xperimental X-wings.
Youthful yeti yawns, yearning young yak yearling.
Zanzibar’s zany zebrafish zippingly zigzags.
About the Creator
Jon H. Davis
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Jon H. Davis, is a digital alchemist, and explorer, who documents the natural world and cultures with words, photos, and videos. Explore and discover more at Northern Lights Studio.
https://www.nlscreativemedia.com
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