Writing Pilates

Miss Borka stared at the surrounding monks, eyes flitting from one to the next. Bosomella slowed her flight and let

Prince Andrej finally opened his eyes to stare down upon the waiting monks. Bosomella had watched the minutes slither slowly

Once Prince Andrej had steadied his father he turned to stare down upon the monks. The battering ram continued to

 Bosomella looked at the second loop of magical twine. Awaiting some other prisner. Her mistress sagged against the cart, silent, her eyes

With a screech Miss Borka slid up and over the stone parapet, before plummeting toward the monks below. Bosomella zipped

As the hooded farmers pushed their lumpy wagon toward the castle walls, Bosomella hovered near the balcony peeking past the

Bosomella sat frozen for a moment, watching the great hairy beast bolt down the palace corridor with Miss Borka’s new

Alright, perhaps including herself in the dance as a hair decoration was not the most brilliant scheme that Bosomella had

Bosomella slid her legs beneath one of Miss Borka’s bobby pins and braced her back against a gleaming ivory comb.

Despite Miss Borka’s insistence that she would woo prince Andrej with the beauteous contents of her mind, she did not