November 19, 2011 | 19:34
Jacob Awful's midnight vigils lasted till they transformed into somnambulistic slumber. A box of success, fame and achievments awaited him by the gate, resembling an aged morning that gradually died away into a long-sought evening.
November 20, 2011 | 15:02
The deadly peaceful watersides were singing sinuously. Tall and slender salmon was shaking the cliffs, gently pressing its cheeks against the logs of wood. The moon dropped a branch of tears, and silence rained downwards. A ball of warm light hit the stone and dried out, the sky yellowed, and breath filled the new day.
November 23, 2011 | 19:51
"I witnessed Odyssey's ramblings", croaked the old mole crooking himself over Tommy,
"he still scampers and gallops around inside my head in any and all directions he desires".