Torsade Literary Space Fellyans (part four)
Fellyans (part four) He raised a warning finger. “Scoter, go indoors. Whimbrel, go with your brother.” Whimbrel had tiptoed to a spot, a particular flagstone of the walk, exactly at Scoter’s heels. Piqued, Scoter flung a dramatic aboutface, that skidded them both into Jorinda’s rosebush. “Ow! Ow! What’s your trouble, Whim?” […]
agreement (poem)
agreement 1) is a murderer the new celebrity 2) are bong shops good for failing towns 3) new technology or none? 4) if we mined all the gemstones now a) could we bulldoze tidy covers b) grow greenswards to obliviate temptation c) have forests and orangutans d) trade shares in […]