We come to a barrier of concrete and spikes...

The cantankerous old scrap wagon rattled and chugged...

I shiver as the wind pelts me with carbon grit...

The hero paid a coin and stepped off the boat...

“What do you seek?” it asked...

Half yanked, the kids kept up with their leashed pet running through autumn leaves...

“I’m just a Pumpkin Wizard!”...

Chased into the work shed, they slam the door as their pursuers beat on it...