Coming Soon...
Scintillating street lights shone on the midnight...
Paul held the bottle of whiskey with a lethargic grip...
"There's nothing in space. It's all black..
The dusk sky was the color of golden purple...
"What is it?" questioned Peter. Before him laid a contraption...
Clover's Pass hummed to the tune of business deals and...
"I wish this night would never end." Aliya said. She closed her eyes...
"Shit. It sounds like utter shit". The words were like dull daggers...
The sound of hustling sandles echoed through the dusk night sky, in an effort to protect what may be lost...