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In a world, where a Prince is the Antichrist...where men are men and women are women...where chickens rise up against their oppressors and text messaging has all but destroyed the English language...Can one small girl beat the odds and win her local spelling bee?
Susie skipped slowly along the stream, silently supposing that slippery slime might be succulently supped upon with scaly snakes.
Coffee is the ambrosia of the modern day gods. Gods of dreamland excepted, of course. They especially enjoy a new "Refreshers" beverage, the energy source of which is differentfromcaffeinewepromise.
The muscle twitches. There are enough cells now that it can be called a muscle. Lymph flows, the organism grows, awaiting its destiny.
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Lightning skewers the clouds, penetrating the dry fecundity of the earth. Flames seethe and dance as they flare outward and envelop a newly hatched life. Trees splinter and crackle as they crash to the ground. Sap simmers and sputters, smoke plumes overtake the once-blue sky. A sharp crack echoes as another home, another cache of memories, collapses under its own wounded weight. Rain is nothing to this awakened inferno. The young beast writhes and moans in ecstasy, snorting redundant sparks. The blackened forest weeps with the charred blood and flesh of the life it once hosted, and the dragonlet feasts.