Remnants Of Love And Shortbread
“Avaunt, restless spirit!” “SHAN’T!”
“Avaunt, restless spirit!” “SHAN’T!”
Of all the times Addyth had wished muses could turn corporeal just to shake people, this was the worst. If she didn’t figure something out soon the poor idea seed would wither!
The galactic council are once again faced with their most problematic prison planet asking for an extension, claiming 'record loss'…
A hospital hallway is surely one of the best places to have a stress breakdown and start hallucinating, so hopefully I’ll be alright. I mean, I MUST be hallucinating… right?
“Do you have another plan? ANY idea other than putting a bullet in my head right now? Then shut up and do it.”