Brothers, Sisters… Outsider. Welcome.
With honour in their hearts and a suicidal dedication to their mission they fought and died their way to its peak until he stood alone at the throne room door.
For a long minute they stared at each other. She had dark hair and dark eyes and frowned in a way that brought back memories of a long since ex-girlfriend.
Thursday night wasn’t the ideal drinking day, but my week and been especially shit so I had no love left for my job or what the bosses thought of my red eyes and dirty shirts, or if they did notice that I had been in same clothes for the last three days.
“Really? Because it’s a total chore for me.”
He couldn’t help but laugh.
“Who cares what you think? I’m not interested in your happiness.”
“Find somewhere soft and warm, take a couple and enjoy the ride.”
Martin sat nervously outside his doctor’s office, trying not to stare at the receptionist. Hoping that she wouldn’t work out that he had had a massive crush on her since he started coming to see Dr Franklin. She did of course know,
The Magic Carpet, it’s the only way to fly!
Is it possible to have a favourite nightmare?