Every student knew that Mr. Dobbs hated his job.
“That Silly Mr. Dobbs”
The jaded pedagogue was actually a reptilian masquerading as that most destitute of public servants.
The jaded pedagogue was actually a reptilian masquerading as that most destitute of public servants.
Every student knew that Mr. Dobbs hated his job.
“This isn’t a big deal,” David muttered.
“I wonder if we should run to the store?” Maria asked from the kitchen.
“Why? You don’t want my help?”
“Stake?”
“Check.”
“Mallet?”
“Check.”
“Crucifix?”
“Check.”
Each man cupped his hands to drink, only noticing skeletons littering the grassy strand between the pond and tree after regaining their senses.
Lost in the desert, two surviving deserters spied an oasis. A single gnarled baobab dominated an island of green and blue in a sea of sand.
Facing certain death, the astronauts chuckled at their trivial fortune: the shuttle wreckage rested at the terminator line of the planet.
The shuttle had crashed into the surface of Mercury. Within minutes of the disaster, injuries claimed the lives of the navigator and geologist. Continue reading ““Terminator Line””
“I’m definitely interested.”
“Have you ever hunted a yeti before?”
“I’ve not stopped all day. I’m exhausted.”
“I’ve really got to get some sleep.”
“You’ve got too much to do – you can sleep when you’re dead.”