I expected it, but I didn't expect this."The pterodactyl screeched just then and I was surprised the car's windows didn't shatter. My insides sure felt like mush."Do any good if I shoot it?" Zack asked, looking intently out the windshield as he gripped the steering wheel."Maybe get it mad.""It's not mad now?"
Random thoughts and information from a published author, S. Evan Townsend.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Sunday Six: The Beast
Today's Sunday Six from Chapter Thirteen of Agent of Artifice:
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment