If the wind caught him right he could still smell her on his clothes. He wished he could destroy the wind.
I don't get what the big deal is. It's just a yellow star. I mean, it doesn't even do anything that cool. Nourishing a planet is cool? Naw, man.
Last year I went to the farmers market.
An old man gave me a sapling. Just gave it to me.
He claimed he was a mage.
I came to this fountain with my parental figures when I was 32 cycles. I don't remember much except that we weren't allowed to swim.
There is a dog that wanders our block. He neither barks nor bites. He just roams. His sad, blank eyes staring straight ahead. He doesn't acknowledge the children's attempts to feed him. No one has ever seen him poop.
At the crux of all dimensions and worlds there's this little hole in the wall. It's kind of hard to spot, but it's right about where everything folds in on itself, you know? The patrons named it God's Place and it seems to have stuck.