Today, Paul Nyrdle pushed me into a locker and held me while Laura Walters wrote Stink Boy on my forehead in permanent marker. It was a mistake to not wear deodorant last week. 201 more words
“‘THE END OF THE WORLD IS Pi.’ Hmmm…nope. No clue what it means, but whatever it is, it’s not good,” Garrett thought.
“Well? Is that a great pun or what?” The apparition demanded, and Garrett contemplated closing his eyes again in the vain hope that the creature might simply disappear, leaving him to sip his perfectly serviceable but somehow deeply inadequate coffee from a Starbucks in Washington, DC that hadn’t changed at all during his 300-plus year frozen hiatus. 971 more words
After a busy day in Bel Dale, Ayanna received word from Henry about the potential attack towards the Royal Kingdom of Thekohn. However, there was little that she could do as General Reiss told her that the Thekohnian military had already taken care of the problem. 2,626 more words