Warning! Adult content - this means you may have to think.
It seems that everyone is hard right or hard left. That's me and mine in the middle of the road. Straddling the double yellow line, slotcars. That's them, driving up on the sidewalk on the right or left, knocking down pedestrians.
Drivers in the middle of the road swing left or right to get around slowpokes and speedbumps.
Not me! Gotta go! There's not just 1 wrong-way driver. There's 100's of 'em.
The King names her Princess for a Day. The day of Apriltide - the Rite of Spring. She reigns freely. "FREE REIGN" is a play on words invented on SOL by an uncelebrated poet alluding to the real idiom, "FREE REIN" which is based on controlling a deer or a horse. See also, Free Rein! on FineStories.com. As I said, free reign does not exist... until today, when I found free reign the only apt expression.
A knight astride a horse with a grudge. Whatever you do, do not give him his head!
What Free Rein really means. See Sister story Free Reign for the alternative.
Politician teaches a graduate class in lying. This is NOT based on current events in this galaxy. Would I lie? In which we learn that you can lie to some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you don't need to lie to all of the people all of the time. The truth works just fine. Once they stop paying attention to your lies, they can't handle the truth.
In a grim future, the Loggin Folk have always scraped by. Now hunted by a terrible foe, they flee into the mountains that they know better than anyone else. They have no modern weapons, no transport, little food. They’re down to eating tree bark for most meals but still managing to move the tribe. No worries, the Loggin Folk have never been totally out of food. They have their PickaNick basket. There’s food in it.
