She could tell I was faking it.
Savouring words was a joy to him. Illiterate for many years; he learnt to read and write late in life. His appreciati...
She could tell I was faking it. My smile felt wrong, though no one else knew. She knew. A glance at the priest standi...
She could tell I was faking it. They all could. They'd have to have known I wasn't "fine". I mean, come on. It's not ...
Freeform prompt
Friday is supposed to be a day to look forward to - TGIF, right? Sammy had been dreading Friday all week because he ...
“The entire shell is Chronium. That shields the op…” “You mean chrome. Chromium?” “Ahem. Crow NEE Uhm. Chronium. As...
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