“Wrench, do you think you can figure out how to hook Laveenstun’s shell up to the console?” Mathilda asked. They stood in the “Glitter and Grease’s” shop, looking over a medium sized ship.
Gilda was thrown into a pink tinted room. Anita Mann came in behind her and shut the door, turned the key, and put it between her breasts.
“Why are you doing this to us?” Gilda asked, sounding pitiful.
With the new year, I have promised myself to read more--and more independent authors especially. My first two book choices were not very wise. I ended up being disappointed in the style. The sheer length of both previous works was daunting, and I didn't finish reading them.
by R. J. Spindle
A plea from thronging souls with hearts so scared,
Their salvation abreast the singing wing.
Relief ignited faces once despaired,
Engaged against the dead men poised to spring.
In ignorance of their captives’ blessing,
Darkness mistook their number for lampoon.
With ease did two join in to the fighting,
Erasmus and the dragon, Forest Moon.
Before Lord Stone, his foe was unprepared.
Without defense against attack to bring,
