They brought you to me writhing, A frantic, incredulous prisoner of bloody darkness. Two orbs of blue flint, bulging in…
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A wicked pane of glass or perhaps of neck and mind through which the only thing that’s seen is the…
What comes after The End? A café for coffee and small talk? We all cram into the Fairy Godmother’s two-door…
There is a wizard in my biology class. I’m sure of it. I hate to use the word wizard, really,…