Had fun this weekend working out in my studio. I'm seeking ways to portray campfire light.
Trust me, you will not like how this story ends.
A good horse has justice in his heart.
The storyteller appears weak. He affects all the mannerisms of the victim. He appears to be one thing, but he is another.
He saw terrible things. Mud walls sprayed with layers of blood turned black. The slow drift of riflesmoke, the carretas filled with corpses headed for nameless graves.
His mighty stallion went down, tripping in a gopher hole.
"A thousand different forces are killing student interest in the humanities."
"Wife Confident Husband's Band Too Crappy for Groupies"
—OK Boomer headline