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TM #153. Sunrise
Iolaus sat with his back against the boulder that sheltered the small campsite and watched as the stars slowly faded from the night sky. Black melted into purple as the heavens prepared for the advent of the sun. At this very moment, Apollo would be mounting his golden chariot, taking the shimmering reins of light into his hands. A sharp ( Read more... ) -
TM: 150: Tunnel
Iolaus cocked his head a bit to the right, as if that slight change in perspective would grant him better insight. "What do you think?"
"I think it looks like a tunnel," said Hercules.
"I can see it's a tunnel," said Iolaus with an eloquent roll of his eyes. "What I meant was, what do you think is on the other side ( Read more... ) -
TM: Write about a memory of summer.
"That's it! I'm pooped!" To prove his point, Iolaus fell backwards onto the soft grass, arms and legs splayed wide ( Read more... )