• Sulphurous wind gusted in his wake; the dust of the street swirled and the folds of his black coat flapped against his thin body

    A.F. Stewart
  • She gritted her teeth. The man dances like a clod. I’d rather dance with Mr Jenkins, who can barely move

    A.F. Stewart
  • I’m Detective Piper of the Fairyland Metro Police, and I've been called in to investigate the incident of the missing frog prince…

    A.F. Stewart
  • Yes sir, the fish was left in place of the crystal ball. It's been bagged and tagged for analysis

    A.F. Stewart
  • I marched to the head Elf. “Where’s the frog?

    A.F. Stewart
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