I was already mildly timid when I was about to look at it, but then I saw the three words and I realised how much of a masterpiece this is.
Bah humbug.
“Pan-shot!“ cried the banker.
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The cowboy sat on his horse, feeling the dry wind whip across his face. Clothed across his body was an ankle-length duster, with long boots and a hat over his head that shielded the overpowering western sun. He was at the western edge of the Great...
Whether or not he heard the Arab man's plea, the coachman would not slow.
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The trapper had his head bowed as he was drept in a deep slumber. His long white beard clustered itself down to his stomach. He was seated next to two other people. An elderly white lady, dressed in fancy...
See the 8 legged thing. It wriggles in its glass containment, bearing of no eyes. Spawned deep underwater, in a never ending black abyss, lacking any light. Birthed in this circular glass mound, crested deep into the sea. It's mushy, soft body was round and plump, soft and weak. It wriggled some...
There are deals and games left to be played.
And a few moves are left for those not ordained.
There's playing it straight
Or letting your colour dilate
Thus it takes colour and showmanship,
A pro-social feat.
It takes bloodied money,
And men willing to cheat.
But if this is what you want...
Stanley was stood next to his table. His buisness attire of a shirt and tie already fitted on. He rearranged his glasses and slowly stood himself up. He peered around the room. His face was devoid of emotion.
He looked down at his watch.
'7:32.'
It was time.
Stanley walked over to his...
Overthrown
There were two shepherds herding sheep into a fence, casually, peacefully.
Then a bright, beautifully wonderful light appeared, blossoming over the entirety of the wonderful plain grass.
A magnificent angel appeared in front of the two shepherds. It’s wings spread outwards like...
I sit on the boat. My typical fisherman outfit glistening out into the sea. I’m happy. Life is happy.
My rod pulls backwards, my smile increases and I pull the rod upwards. It’s a worm. The fish escaped. I clench the worm tightly and throw it into the sea. I lost the fish. I lost the hope...