Little Wolfgang already shot his shot, best his 2019 bullet


    Snatched the crown from the game then on the shoulder put


    New take, new genre, bright future, we all playing


    Bro and sis, little Wolfgang and hopelessness


    Cloak and dagger searching for grandfather , call it the time before.


    Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original.The past, distant, when Franklin was king, GHOST L


    No head, trapped in an upside down birdcage


    Elephant brain, napkin sinking, grief in that glass


    Whites flailing, trout sinking in hazel past, what’s for dinner?


    A stare Gemini?


    Eyes coconut gaze?


    Is this a test?


    Is little Wolfgang tethering mad?