Desert Jeep
In a World of FreedomIn a World of FreedomIn a World of Freedom
By KE7CDM Dark grey clouds hug over the city, as John Berkland threaded his way thought accidents and construction. He wasn't surprised with either. The years had begun to reduce the roads to a maze of potholes. Now, finally, the city had begun to fix the streets but, only after tacking an extra two percent onto his taxes. The two accidents he had passed where simply that, accidents. People in this city didn't know how to drive when the weather got nasty, and their breaks got wet. Luckily the bank was close now. He would let the road crews scrape up the battered cars, while he talk
| Oh no they want me to talk about my self dear lord what would that look like? Ok so I'm a writer and artist. No, i don't do it for the money or really for the fame, mostly to get the clutter out of my head. Strangly ALl of my work involves some sort of Anthro being weather its a Furry or a giant clanking tank that thinks and has digital feelings. What can i say I like Si-Fi. IF you've got art or lit that you think i would like please drop me a line. i'll proably do the same. |
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