The Juiceman Legacy
I awaited the next instruction; it never came.
I awaited the next instruction; it never came.
Lurking the rocky bottom, deep in the black abyss of Bear Lake, the walleye patrols his kingdom
I had only seen these cookies served on Delta flights, so my first thought was wondering how she had smuggled them off the plane
Whenever I enter a museum, I rediscover rhythms that I haven’t used since my last trip to Adventureland for nerds.
If I lived alone, my apartment would probably look destitute.
Vowel merges have led multiple people to mistake my tale about seeing the ferry with spotting a fairy or my ponderings about Frodo and Merry as Frodo and Mary.
But when I was sixteen, I moved to northern Michigan, where it starts snowing at Halloween and stops whenever God wants it to.
Flooding stores with fresh hires just before a vote count in an attempt to dilute the vote? Illegal. Dragging their feet as long as possible with unionized stores, refusing to negotiate a contract with the union? Illegal.
We could’ve seen the excessive nail-marks in the wall as holes, but we chose to see them as opportunities—convenient holders for tiki umbrellas during our tropical-themed party.
But grown women usually don’t wail on an eight-hour flight over the Atlantic.