You know when you are near a creek and you can smell it? Like an oncoming rain through the trees? It was masked by the smoke and I couldn’t hear it either. I was starting to get worried.
“WARNING. Ferguson, MO has been closed off to non-residents due to recent violent activity. Anyone attempting to enter must prove residency or will be subject to arrest per Governor Jay Nixon’s orders. No exceptions will be given.”
Nevermind that, the children go alone
Kind of like they always have.
“Just keep in mind for the next few days that we’re in Louisville, Kentucky. Not London. Not even New York. This is a weird place.”
*WARNING, HERE BE SPOILERS SHOULD YOU CHOOSE TO READ THIS WORK*
A short story based on “The Spectre Bride” by William Harrison Ainsworth
“Well, I’m pretty sure this will get us through the weekend,” I said holding up the bottle of American Honey, marveling at the cold amber color of the liquor, sliding through the huge 1.75 ml bottle…
It was dark atop the bridge. About as dark as it would get on the wrong side of midnight…
How do you come up with a good plot?
He is an incompetent and boorish boob whose stumble into politics is the same as a drunken vagabond coming across a winning lottery ticket…