jonny
The ladder was propped against the wall as an open invitation to any passer by to come and demonstrate their conviction that superstitions really are nonsense.
The glass fell from her hand, completely forgotten in shock. she'd expected her roomie back, but she hadn't expected to see her sprawled accross the sofa with someone that wasn't her boyfriend.
Have you ever written reports? From scratch? Not like a pro-forma, tick the box affair. Really written a report, from a blank piece of paper, whereby everything has to tie back to it's sources.
It's *dull*. Really dull. Thankless, error prone (if you're as lazy as most), and it feels pointless - After all, the only thing anyone will ever read is the executive summary.
Dark space closed in around him, and his eyes slowly adjusted to the lack of light. He could make out a few thin slits at head height, which he guessed was the bottom of a door. So, a basement then. He checked his limbs. It felt like everything was still where it should be.
The fly was wriggling as hard as it could in the middle of the web, but the spider was skittering towards it, and it was too late.
"Urgh" the little girl said, as the spider seized the little insect. She didn't look away, though.
Delicious looking pictures from the book, with sorry looking messes all over the work top.
A mountain of pots for later, but a delicious treat for now!