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Brevity is the sole of wit.


Brevity is the sole of wit.   

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Author: TheCrow   Date: 6/9/2021 12:24:03 PM  +1/-5   Show Orig. Msg (this window) Or  In New Window

David was born with a yellow light on top of his head. At first it was very dim. No one really noticed because he entered the world with twists and twirls of blond hair. His mother kissed his forehead one hundred times in the first minutes of his life. She saw the light, but the buttery glow made sense. She thought he was an angel. | © Janelle Ward


Gareth spat out a mouthful of blood, courtesy of the gauntleted man in front of him. He grinned, mustering the most defiant smile he could. | © Martin Hooijmans



Louise sat, having a cappuccino, working on her laptop. She was just thirty, but there was a certain weight to her. The sort of thing that used to be called gravitas. She was engrossed in her work. Maybe that’s why she didn’t notice Matt until he sat down across from her. | © Les Bohem


 


 
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