A-hardie

Fluffy Shelter for the Abused: Spud You scratch the back of your neck, you were bitten by a mosquito. Be British teenager who moved to America. You recently volunteered at the Fluffy Shelter for the Abused. They were rare back in England, at least as ferals. The constant rain soaked straight through their fluff. It started out as just a way to pass the time when you weren’t backpacking. But it’s oddly rewarding in the long run for you. “Hey Crush” you say as you step over the limb lacking ball of fuzz. The blue fluffy stares up at you, waving his wheel at you with a smile before he sets off walking again. It looked l

Farewell As one penultimate event happened miles away, a figure stood on a mountain top, alone. He could see what others couldn't, at least those who couldn't see the universe, and he smiled at it. The colours, such beautiful colours, washing into the fabric of reality itself, painting the sky into a rainbow of lights. One of the universes greatest miracles would produce another, providing to everyone the compassion and love they needed. And this one person would watch it to the end, until the very sands of time ran out. But he could never participate, he would be the only shadow in the world of lights that was being born. And then the bla