This Week’s 3 Randomly Generated Words:
Thin spirals of green smoke trailed after Ambition’s fingers as She traced them across the transparent map. Each spiral a new worshiper ready to give up sleep, food, and family just to avoid limbo. Just to BE someone.
Suddenly, Her finger lingered. Her dark eyes gleamed. This. This was more interesting.
In a moment, Loki’s daughter was there. Smiling back at Dale as he pushed his bill through his shell.
“Hello, little one.” Her smile, a razor-sharp collection of teeth, stretched to Her temples.
She stroked the duck’s downy feathers. “Have you heard of the NBA?”