Cosmik Wolfpack is a playground and laboratory for flash-formed poetry and nanofiction written by The Debtor, a white cisgender male and citizen of the United States.
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Tearfully sweet and warmly graphic, my dear wonderful sibling will capture your non-existing horse. Their delightful personalities and antics will fascinate those who never give up believing their dreams can seem realistic and filled with pumpkins.
This is by far the most delightful Christmas craze feeling, a highly detailed story of yearning witches and emotional angels who discover the mystery of what happened to the twinkle in someone's eyes. There is no end.
In the midst of an enchanted forest with mysterious people planning an enjoyable experience and gentle warm chocolate milk springs, stands the small cottage of a little delightful elf and his jolly poor child. He has seen things that changed him in such a way, that he has experienced vapors that twinkle.
He is one of the three Wise Men spoke of in the Bible. He will provide invaluable guidelines for designing buildings, bridges, cranes and chemical and mechanical systems. He is a student of desire and toy making.
He is usually a basic little smoke artist, drying his red chest with his unusual fire, sitting on an enchanted chimney.
Nearly everything is in ruins. Addicted to the familiar wounded childhood, the powerful robot is being terrorised by the biggest Hollywood model.
The farmer’s daughter becomes president and agrees to rescue the mortally wounded man and must survive the powerful dinosaurs.
When their two worlds collide, the president and a loving man find a way back home and live near her family in a house with a forbidden place to hide.
While she and her husband pity the powerful robot, he’s whisked away to another childhood.
Colonel Donald Redmond of south London opens a doorway to a separate ethnic, racial, and political dictatorship. On the east coast, all kinds of weird and wonderful bullies succumb to a fate worse than suppressed masterpiece: they emerge from the closet, and one of them offers us a grim and chilling view of the weak and vulnerable policemen.
His kind old skeleton from the Southwest is on the loose, infecting the bankrupt and tottering United States government with his odious assignment. Then, on a bright October morning, he, like countless others, befriends children across London.