Submitted by moore-nokes on July 12, 2009 - 12:00am
It’s just a small story really, about among other things: a girl, some words, an accordionist, some fanatical Germans, a Jewish fist-fighter, and quite a lot of thievery. . . .
Submitted by moore-nokes on July 9, 2009 - 12:00am
Drake woke up with his clothes in rags. Topaz was poking and prodding at him. When she saw him wake up she let out a squeal of delight.
Drake changed, wondering why his clothes were in rags, deciding he’d rather not know. He put Topaz in his pocket and went downstairs. He poured a bowl of Fruity Pebbles, grabbed a slab of hamburger for Topaz, and turned on the news to see a very strange broadcast.
Submitted by moore-nokes on July 9, 2009 - 12:00am
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Drake woke up with his clothes in rags. Topaz was poking and prodding at him. When she saw him wake up she let out a squeal of delight.
Drake changed, wondering why his clothes were in rags, deciding he’d rather not know. He put Topaz in his pocket and went downstairs. He poured a bowl of Fruity Pebbles, grabbed a slab of hamburger for Topaz, and turned on the news to see a very strange broadcast.