"Ugh..."Gaunt groan was severed into smithereens of pain etched on the platter of her phizog. She made a clumsy move, fighting felon weight as the tube reaching to the zenith of what her gaze couldn't sustain militated against the tuning trial. She felt hewn syllables contracting into a salient span in her throat as she let them out in confetti. All she could fight out were:"Wh...ere.. is.. da....d?""Doctor!! She's up..."That gaze eating her up was familiar. Her eyeballs could register them. The voluptuous voice that complemented it also was familiar. But her pupils were too weak to wield those data to the effect of recalling whose are those qualities.She tried to sit up, but sassy strengths were dispersing. The more trial she gave the worst she got i

The willow cloud cremated a charade as its feigning alarm foiled the mood of the hay. Scrunched sky skidded, smothering salient seal, hankering hay hoisted for other luminaries to behold. Dark dances persisted as a dirge was enthroned on the lanky larynx of bounty birds blown hither and thither by the wailing crescendo of the nosy nature. Order began to mate with malady as the sun edged to the west for work out.The order of the tenth heaven had began to trace stripes on the back of the order of the jungle. She knew that all those were the entourage of a good thing that would happen. She had no idea if that was in any way related to the coming home of Machli, but she could feel a sting of joy reaching for the cleavages of her worries. Yet another feeling sprouted, snapping at the jolting joy birthed. She was made a pawn to both felon feelings.It was unusual that Botha was seated with no interest in what was going on around him. Reag

      "Woohuho."     Yearning yawn yucked. There he was, wielding wanky thoughts that had been severed into smothered smithereens by his pride. He couldn't had kept track of the taunted time. It wasn't his thing to do. He wouldn't know how to do it. How would he? But he could easily discern and draw an inference on the maladious movement of the sassy sun tossed about by the saucy sky. The trail of tales told and maintained by the hampered hay seemed to let a die roll along the boulevard of mystery. He was enjoying the company of the hay, but he knew quite well that he needed more than that. An urgent wile reached at his consciousness, fighting a hold with a ferocious zeal of shredding the cremating consciousness.       He was there because of the biddings of the proxy. At first, he had

  "What exactly would you say about it?"   She'd been nursing that idea since the break of the stanced argument. She would do everything to sew or well, cobble the broken. She needed to know his stance. You could scarcely make meaning of the position of such a guy!    She kept abreast each rhythmic sway tossed by his voluptuous visage. At a point, he seemed to smile. Bewitching other, he was serious. Like a confetti of mystery merged by inky idiosyncrasies. Though she admired sundry things in him, yet there was more to be known about him. She should appreciate him. Matter-of-factly, he was her hewn husband! And what do you do to what is hewn?     Her attention was smothered by the whispering waves of the sea to the wanky wind. She wished she could make meaning of the coded converse that ensues between natural elements. Sometimes, she wished she were the tumbling tide that nosy nymph toss abo

      "Just the right to heave the last sigh"      He flexed his limbs. Throbbing thorax was in gay. He felt surges rippling within him like worn waves of the sassy sea. He wasn't actually hungry, but who wouldn't make a pawn of whatever time leases to him? That mutter he'd fostered at the birth of the scene was owed to the gazelle strolling, unconscious of the doom about to be drawn on his peace. His pace wasn't to stir any of the three familia, but he kept abreast of every moment of movements the trio pruned. His jaw was rehearsing the usual. His peace was being smothered.       He merged with some dwarf pastures, and forced his moist mass into such heights. Whenever you want to have a meal, you'd do every possible thing to have it served. Provided that you haven't been whipped mercilessly by hampered hunger.         He was saw one of t