Gradually.
Slowly it built, piece by piece. The atoms of its essence compiling line after line, upwards and outwards, exploding ...
"Big wheels keep on turnin'..." Paul's hands beat on the steering wheel in time with Lynyrd Skynrd as he drove down t...
Gradually. That was the secret, wasn't it? Build up their trust or indifference, either one would do, like in t...
They were listening.
Blood dripped down from my arms to my legs. I was bound to a pole in an empty room with nothing but a mirror to look ...
I crept silently through then corridor, the occasional creak of the floorboards abruptly halting me in my path. The...
They were listening. I wasn't worried though, It's not like I had anything important to say. Just knowing that they w...
Pirate with a Wooden Leg · Woodpecker · Float to Shore
The storm had blown over, but not before it had blown over his ship, along with all of his crew. The captain always w...
So close, yet so far. Matey the Pirate never understood the phrase until these last few days of his life. The woodp...
The waves were bigger than she'd ever seen before. They were not waves tonight. They were destructive bombs, pulveriz...