The Six-Penny Jazz
In the six-penny den where the gamblers drink and rub gold coins between shaking fingers they pretend is just a
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In the six-penny den where the gamblers drink and rub gold coins between shaking fingers they pretend is just a
You’d think having a fairy godmother would be great. Everyone loves the scene where the fairy godmother takes a mouse
The day that Felix killed Annette was the day I lost faith that everything happens for a reason. Mine has
The crushed poppies beneath his bent knee gave off an aroma not unlike burnt sugar, as he held the apple
Just a quick note before we hop into the story – this update marks the 50th Lucid Dreaming post. That’s
“Do you want wine with that?” I demand. They are the only words with which my vocal circuits have been
I meant to say no. Knew that he intended to ask me. Knew I had no intentions of spending my
The spotlight finds me. I tremble with stillness as the first beat rocks the world. My legs lift, slowly, painfully,
Here under pines made black by light and shadows I come sometimes to sit awhile, and think. Here beside the
“But I believe in you,” she says sadly, Charlie clutched to her chest. His one button eye glares at me