My son wrote U-Turn At Next Synapse. Wanted to help him out. Be sure to check out his book on here.
My son wrote U-Turn At Next Synapse. Wanted to help him out. Be sure to check out his book on here.
My son wrote U-Turn At Next Synapse. Wanted to help him out. Be sure to check out his book on here.
My son wrote U-Turn At Next Synapse. Wanted to help him out. Be sure to check out his book on here.
The fist of the violent assailant ripped through the cartilage of Johnny's nasal cavity. Blood poured from his nose and his knees gave out from under him. He was going down and the blackness was drawing in. 3-0-2-7 screeched along his mind and the word 'Maker' flashed like hazard lights on a snowy highway.
The motorbike was a beautiful exotic red. Bold and beautiful women would hope for nothing less for their best dress. The kind they wore, not for their husbands they were eating with, but the hotshot attorney who could not keep his hungry eyes off of them, on a musky Saturday night. Sex in the air. Cherry Red It was beautiful.
The motorbike was a beautiful exotic red. Bold and beautiful women would hope for nothing less for their best dress. The kind they wore, not for their husbands they were eating with, but the hotshot attorney who could not keep his hungry eyes off of them, on a musky Saturday night. Sex in the air. Cherry Red It was beautiful.
It puts the words on the page.
