Poor Imp

Lens, held breath, eyeline, skyline, parabola, glass Growth

Dusk, closed book, full-stop, pain Distraction

o you wonder where, there on the swing, thinking one day when will you wonder if, and drift with the others off the end-space, playground sounds fading and trading with ...

Ventriloquist Veronica Vake variously vibes, vastly variegating variety in her venturesome veneration of vacation vacuities via the vehicular vibrations of vocal vigilance. Next letter: O

Blue, a knot, blood. Homesickness.

What's the next letter then?

Er, 'like so many foxes'.

I love photos of type, it seems -- there's something about them like gauze or lace in black and white. And the story you can't quite see in blurred lines, ...

Times Done NaNo: 3 NaNo Title: Tramezzo [ or Glibly, Wayfarer ] Genre: The one that fits, da? or none. Plot: The monkey chased the weasel [ and protons chase ...

Oy, I am writing inside-out. If the beginning sentence is the last it's more likely than that it's the first; though dropping in the middle--better odds of that. Ah well. ...

Can you honestly justify using not-quite questions? ^_~

Would barbecue sauce really solve such an insoluble problem as the lack of complementarity of pepperoni on flower petals?

Do you think pepperoni would look go on either?

Have you ever seen a pizza bloom?

Tov glanced up, guilt too expressive to be aught but feigned. 'Er,' he said, 'I did.' In the dim room, dust dying the light grey, Fedya's stunned look turned into ...