“You best get scramblin if’n you want to ring that bell afore times up!” Skrimshaw spat a wet slick of chaw into the scorched sand, which sucked all moisture from it before he finished a psychotic laugh like a hyena fighting for a carcass.
Wow, Bill, you're becoming a great writer.
Thank you, Mike! So kind of you to say.
Goodness me, that was a surprise.
I do like surprises :-)
Wow, Bill, you're becoming a great writer.
Thank you, Mike! So kind of you to say.
Goodness me, that was a surprise.
I do like surprises :-)