Author Jacob Whitmore
“You survived a plane crash?” “Oh, it was nothing! Not really worth a story. Just me and some buddies screwing around.” He pauses, and settles farther into his beige recliner. “Who told you ‘bout it, kid?” “Nick.” Gramp scoffs, “when… Continue Reading →
“Go ahead and walk normally. You can just walk like a normal person!” pleads Lilith, as she tries to get her redbone Coonhound to stand up on his hind legs. “I know you can do it, Midas… and one day… Continue Reading →
I can’t take you to the park sweetie,the Giants are about to start playing,and they get awfully greedy.You remember how I told youthat there’s a Sunday treaty? The Giants agree to guard New YorkAnd in return, every Sunday, a park… Continue Reading →
“He’s a Wild, Wild West kind of guy, and she’s…” Aaron starts out, chuckling to himself as he struggles to find the rest of the words to accurately compare our friend and the guy she’s just recently begun seeing. “She’s… Continue Reading →
‘It’s not kick-you-in-the-face spicy, it’s just right’ read one of many flashing billboards as I walk these busy streets. I’ve been wandering aimlessly in this city for the past half hour, trying to find my way back to the hotel… Continue Reading →