It must have been Wednesday, affectionately known as hump day, which was ironic since that was the day his wife chose for her weekly infidelity.
The light brushing against her magnetic fins tasted purple with just a hint of ultraviolet.
Oooh now that’s an intriguing first line!
With the snap of her fingers, I felt like a puppet who had just had his strings cut.
Yesterday I accidentally swallowed a LEGO, and today; I shit a brick…
So it’s stretching it a bit… and not exactly the first entry on my current “big project”… (I actually have several projects going write… er… right now, but this is the novel one.)
“Tell the boys quietly. We’re going for North Hollow, one day from here. We’re leaking too bad. Run up the good colors. And if even a single one lets slip this here be a pirate ship,” Finch snarled with heat in his eyes and steel in his hand, “I’ll make sure he never sets sail again, except for one of Teva’s crew.”