Ventomology

cont. As Francesca passed the next round of pieces through her sewing machine, her brain whirred. The presser foot clicked and clacked, and Francesca thought about the layout of parks ...

It's here!!! Put me in coach

I hit a bird with my car once and this made me remember exactly how icky it was thanks

Table of Contents: One Sonnet One Two Three Four: Cat Poem Five Six: Flat Tire Seven Sonnet Two Eight Nine: Taxes Ten: A Lullaby for Those Who Stay Up Too ...

Cont. It occurred to her though, that even if these individual quilted blocks could not stack together over time to solve the entire scrambling of San Angelo’s city blocks, then ...

Pictures that go places while we go toward NaPo I guess

This is a crab. 2022 | Firsts 2021 | 24/7 Sonnets Baby 2020 | The Song and Dance of Area Zero 2019 | I'll even kick my own butt 2018 ...

cont. She wet her lips and slowly brought herself back to the present. The strange discombobulation of buildings from disparate neighborhoods passed in a blur outside her window, and Persy ...

continued Francesca choked. “Magic plans?” She shot Persy a dubious grimace through the front windshield as she rounded the car. Yanking open the back seat door, she leaned in to ...

Wednesday, October 1, Late-Afternoon Francesca couldn’t find Tim’s thesis. She’d tried the UCBF Wizardry department website. She’d poked and prodded at Jstor and the US Wizardry Journal. She�

\ money / Conrad Selingren \ money / Blowing out a long, exhausted sigh, Conrad fell back into a chair like magic-bean-Jack's dying giant. The whole room rattled with him, ...

Lol I went to a ballroom competition and SLAYED and that's why I'm cutting it so close this week By some unholy stroke of bad luck, Francesca and Tim had ...

... I don't know what happened this week. So apparently, Winona’s wizard contact was Melvin Grace. Melvin Grace, the bane of Francesca’s existence. Melvin Grace, who she’d never met, but ...

I really want to go to the beach She had wasted her college years. She could have had four years of beach time, and she’d let a gaggle of wasted ...