The store was packed like a tub of multicolored blocks. An oily, cheerful voice boomed: “Snowmageddon! Fire sale! Buy now!”
Walso felt uncomfortable in his ubertight snowsuit. Only yesterday they’d had the global warming celebration. Continue reading
“No! I am the King!” Anger pulsed in his neck. He reached for his eleven-foot long sword.
The hag cackled, like grinding stones. “Gyrpe is too late. What’s done cannot be undone.” Continue reading
“So this is the place. We see plenty of native wildlife from this vantage. You’re lucky. Nice weather,” said the tour guide.
“Jolly good!” said the professor. Continue reading