Unfinished thoughts from the sketch comedy realm:
On a bright Tuesday afternoon, the phone rang in the office of Mr. Blink. He had been waiting for this call. Yet, the voice on the other end was...
In the bustling city square, where pigeons gathered in a hierarchy only they understood, a man began to proclaim to the crowd...
Mildred, who preferred knitting over conversation, suddenly blurted out an idea for a new kind of...
As the clock struck thirteen, time seemed to pause, caught in a moment of bewilderment as it realized...
And if you're curious about missing pages, try these: Clock Struck Thirteen | Mildred's Moment