Fox smiled at the rabbits, “nothing to fear!”
Author: John Rhea
Zombhard run last news paper of apocalypse
Her lover cared deeply about nothing, even her.
Vincent was convinced of her vindictive vile viciousness.
He could not overcome her rather legitimate doubts.
He flew for them and crashed for himself.
His heroes stood by and watched his pain.
The old dragon growsed endlessly to no one.
George fell into a lost world of fashion.
The lake froze over the spaceship till spring.
“You’re always wrong.” “You always think you’re right.”
Her struggle brought her immediate, vacuous, attention online.
The senate’s first law was one disbanding themselves.
The ghost gave him a slimy wet willy.
“He calls clean energy the green power movement.”
“You thought puns were ‘totally appropriate’ in court?”
His change was her very cents of pride.
He couldn’t believe the price of parking violations.
His classmates knew him as Mr. Definitively Uncool.
She wept. There were no worlds to conquer.
“To be or not to be?” “Not. 3B.”