“Cracking the door, the three men observed upwards of ten rats, awake but barely moving, gathered around the glasses of beer and completely oblivious to the humans who had entered the room.” A Mythic Indy story by Carrie Gaffney>
Hoosiers are just too pragmatic and anti-government and . . . polite to make HJR-3 a reality. At least Kit Malone hopes so.
“So I’ve been paying attention to this whole HJR-3 gay marriage thing, and I have to say that I don’t understand the big deal.” Ken Honeywell states his case.
“When she opened her eyes, the sunshine was gone. Storm clouds darkened the sky where an expanse of blue had been. The rushing fall of the monument’s fountains had ceased, and an overwhelming sense of stillness struck her.” A Mythic Indy story by Virginia M. Sanders.
“A woman rose up out of the center of the pond. Her face was smooth. Not a single wrinkle or freckle marred her skin. Her skin glowed softly. Loose golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, but not a drop of water clung to her hair or the white sheath she wore.” A Mythic Indy story by Annie Sullivan.
“When I was ten years old, I used to dream that I was Luke Skywalker, traveling through Hyperspace to different worlds.” Now the worlds come to Dan Grossman