writing-prompt-s

You’re born with the ability to see through the ground. Dinosaur bones, gems, gold, so on. There’s usually one or two human skeletons, and you’ve learned to live with it, but one day you stop at a small town on a road trip, and every square inch is littered with human bones.

fuckshitavenue

“rad”

aizuthekookaburra

The bone zone

silver-tongues-blog

skeleton war recruitment zone