We were big in the 80s, I swear. Excuse the mess. No, just step around there. That was me, sorry. I must apologise – I’ve had rather a lot to drink. We were huge, you see. Well, not huge. Pretty big. At the very least,
On the first day, the sun was shining and the mechanical birds were singing, and the Royal High Artificer was feeling pretty darn good. He puttered energetically about his workshop like a Disney character on the verge of bursting into song, and as he puttered
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Poe was wrong. Well, not exactly. But he doesn’t give you the rest of the story. — The room had been built for her. The floor was white marble; the curtains were white silk. The chandeliers were pale crystal and white gold, flecked with diamonds.
Hello there. Bob Gorsh is my name, and this notebook is going to be my summer project, because the wife says I need a summer project.
This is a true story. It is up to you whether or not to believe it.
HOMELAND SECURITY: “LEAVE FLYING CARPETS AT HOME”