A cappella
As the last licks of summer spread the sky’s horizon with red clouds thick as peanut butter, we will go to the orchard. The apples ripe on their branches will […]
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Acanthoid
He came to at the bottom of a dry gulch. The sunlight woke him by piercing through his eyelids, reflected off the crumbled fragments of shale. He spat the dirt […]
Academy
It was the height of the Victorian Age, a bleak time for scintillation but, rather because of this state, an era of amaranthine titillation. There was so very much that […]
Abyss
When the Universe was young, and I mean very young; so young that it had yet to utter its first words, yet to combine its sundry gases and grits into […]
Abysmal
It does not take very long to drive the length of this country. There are several highways that will do you for a straight shot almost totally through it; the […]
Pierce Nahigyan 