“Listen Mac, I don’t care what you call it, angel dust, pixie pooh, or cherubim chuff,” growled Chicken Little. “the sky is falling.”:D
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“Listen Mac, I don’t care what you call it, angel dust, pixie pooh, or cherubim chuff,” growled Chicken Little. “the sky is falling.”:D
Comming back to the main topic - I prefer good book than good start. Often after promising begining the rest blurs.
Moonlight stole through the open window brushing the razors edge to flash a silver white warning through the gloom.
Nice!! I like it.Quote:
Originally Posted by kshRox
I know it's a bit predictable.. :rolleyes:Quote:
The waify hand gently touched the boy's forehead..like a whisper..instantly the boy began breathing again..his eyes
brian
"He frantically began searching for the other end of the android's damaged central wiring socket; he could hear the band of sdfue drawing nearer.."
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"The saints wiped their mouths and arose from the table, satisfied of their banquet feasting on idols, demi-gods, demons and other offenses.... a burp.."
Or another on the "eating" theme:
""..Well-browned and crusty on the outside, tender inside, juicy, a bit spicy, not too much bone.." "-What was his name?" quiried another curious alien.."
:eek:
:D
brian
The orchestra began again; but, as the composer listened with closed eyes, in the spaces between the notes she thought she heard a different music.
I was shot. Three times. Heart, lung, head.
I died.
And then I woke up.
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I got a tongue-lashing from Three-fingered Beck the other day and as she's capable of so much more, I'd counted myself extremely lucky.
This desperate medieval thief thought stealing the necklace would be the hard part, but pawning it for coins would be the real adventure.
After observing the brain and skull fragments splattered all over the wall, the assassin with a sawed off shotgun breathed a sigh of relief.