Sunday, September 17th:

An airwhale swam through a summer sky, playfully turning loops until she noticed another gray cetacean surfacing in the ocean below. It had been a while since she met a new boy, flying or otherwise, and this one looked to have that square jaw that always made her tummy flutter. She swooped down to say hello, bobbing just ( Read more... )

Saturday, December 31st:

We penetrated their perimeter like a slow autumn breeze, silent and cold. Shortly after we took the outbuilding, something went wrong and the shooting started. The five of us suppressed the patrolling infantry after a brief engagement; we were better equipped, and they still weren't sure what was happening.
( Battering Minors and my Parents' Political Careers )