Choosing Our Words. Carefully.
An earlier version of this posted on Mr. Doodle’s Dog on April 25, 2004.
We take a word, make hash out of it and serve it up. 257 more words
Inizialmente diffidavo di questo scrittore, sono amante del gotico europeo, eppure con i suoi “Racconti dell’oltretomba”, piccoli cammei di terrore puro senza troppi giri di parole, Ambrose Bierce qualche brivido me lo ha regalato. 33 more words
Summer of 83’ and some pals and I stole a car, an overseas foreign beauty that weren’t common for our Louisianian streets or cities. We drove it, and my heart was just about full of adrenaline, cause’ I was littlest of the four of us and had never done none further than trash a window with a baseball and weasel one peek under some girls’ skirts. 620 more words