With his henchmen pressed back by the mob into the inner sanctum of his estate, Chas Moneyton took to the roof. He was running out of options.
Dropping his duffel bags with a clank from his enormous yet soft hands he removed the bars within and arranged them in a plea to the sky. “HELP ME,” the bars spelt, in Pure Gold.
I never did find any diamonds in that old creek. Crawfish, sure. They’d trick a fool and catch him slipping on the rocks they’d hide under, but more’s a fool who tricked himself into finding treasure in that so-called Diamond
Floating on photons, waving wings of pure energy, tail cocked to spear spacemen. The most alluring of all celestial fauna, Cosmic Rays navigate space by swimming through pure ether–familiar in their motion and form to their water-bound cousins. Published by