Molten Jazz

[mrbloober]

Magmo McLavra sat down at a table. His huge frame hunched over his tiny cup of coffee, which he attempted to hold lightly in two of his stoney fingers, being careful not to crush it. He lifted it to his mouth and took a sip, and then gently set it back down. He clasped his giant hands together and twidled his thumbs, taking up over half the table

Comments

do i need a subject?

[anonymous]

i like this story.
...why does your journal look all weird now anyway?