Workshop draft

Frigid temperatures of the Winter season give birth to terrible twins: the fluffiest white snow and the dreaded black ice. Both relish the changing environment, gone are the sun’s loving heat, the live green of the foliage and in their place everything is muted. Dull and lifeless. The terrible twins devour all this and wreak…

The old man and the clockwork fox

There was once an old man, Who owned a clockwork fox. She was kept in a wooden box. He was a Cad and so had a plan. <br> The old man wanted to make fortune, He wanted to use his contraption, To make his life reach fruition. The fox played a broken tune, <br> And…

Clockwork fox

There was once an old man, Who owned a clockwork fox. Her crimson fur patchy. Her clockwork wound with a key. Soft ticks between each pause, Sometimes between the snap of her jaws. She had a troupe of hand puppets To help her tell her stories. <br> She loved to tell stories. She’d tell stories…

Humble Humber

Dual eyes watch the watchers, Old, but not tired. Shiny chrome winks suggestively, Long fins, luxury dash, sweeping lines. The humble Humber lives in musty company, Admired by the eyes of many.