‘Why Larry?’ ‘Why not? I think it’s rather cute.’ ‘Cute!’ Joseph barked a laugh at the ludicrous idea.
Harry picked at the splinter that had burrowed its way into the palm of his hand, leaving a deep red welt in its wake.
‘Not scared are you?’ ‘Me? No!’ Aya snapped, her knuckles white as she clutched the bar and her feet dangled over the drop.
Decided to jump back in and try out something for Crimson's Creative Challenge this week! First thoughts for some reason were portals when I saw this weird little cube.
Sleep rubbed from the eyes. The clock ticked silently, the dull green light of its digital numbers illuminating the cluttered desk.
‘Yeah, we should have gone right back there.’ Janice groaned and had to resist the urge to blare the car horn out of anger.
CHESTER laughed. Figuratively speaking, of course, as being an artificial intelligence they couldn’t do anything literally apart from think at the three thousand times the speed of the human mind. CHESTER thought that was impressive enough...
I told you I’d send you a postcard from paradise, right? To be honest, I feel like I left paradise to come here. I dream of it sometimes, being back on Amurin...