Two posts from the future in one week? What’s happening?!
Pepe Larue rightly presumed that few of his fellow dogs had suffered as much indignity as he.
Languor begs obeisance, and I am not of a constitution to find fault in either.
Oh, yes – there dwells a dragon. And it has a kitten. Continue reading
The white-suited astronaut raised the space pistol he’d been secretly told to carry for just such an occasion, but he lowered it as he heard its voice in his mind, saying, “Hi, I’m Wilyheart. What’s your name?” Continue reading
“I don’t want someone telling me how I think, you know? I just want to be me. There’s all this pressure to, like, be something, and there’s no time spent just being.” Continue reading
“You seem like a tough one, young master. Maybe you two oughter be tough together.” Continue reading