Out of her dirty car window, she saw the house demolished. She waited for relief to hit her, making
The spinner of fate looked at her collection of threads; completed, wrapped around their reel. Life over. Such a shame.
Knock, knock. Hello God are you there? No? The knob isn’t warm. Must be safe to enter. A kid peers
Life in a tank is pretty funky. No predators only fish droppings to turn the gills green. Don’t swallow, you’ll