A bit late but here goes.
THE RIB CHUGGED steadily, its engine low, as it nosed into Loch Torridon.
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A bit late but here goes.
THE RIB CHUGGED steadily, its engine low, as it nosed into Loch Torridon.
#FirstLineFridays
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Most of Teheran was asleep when an odd caravan set out through the darkness shortly before midnight on August 15, 1953.
He was my people -- he and I kneaded by the same hands.
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" "Push, Push, Push," I say to my son Jaxon as he skates beside me."
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"A prince of Faerie, nourished on cat milk and contempt, born into a family overburdened with heirs, with a nasty little prophecy hanging over his head --- since the hour of his birth, he has been alternately adored and despised".
