Ch. 31.2 -- Janine examined the boy. “He’s covered with blood, but I can’t find any wounds. Maybe he’s just fainted. Wait, there’s a little scratch on his finger. And look, here’s a vorpal sword.” She reached to pick it up, but Fritter screeched, leaped to her side, and snatched the sword away from her.… Continue reading Jay B. R. Wokky Ch. 31.2 — A Strange Blue Sword
Sometimes I sleep just fine. Other times I just can’t seem to get comfortable, or I can’t find my brain’s off switch. Some nights I drop off quickly, but then I wake up at three a.m. after a disturbing dream. Instead of dismissing it, rolling over, and drifting back to sleep, I start wondering what… Continue reading Insomnia, anyone?