Sep 18, 2013

Flying Sharks in Disguise

She floated on blades of steel, cutting eights on the ice and, when she twirled like a self-directed baton and flowed back to a swift getaway, the crowd cheered and The Prior watched.

“You sure gave me an accomplished daughter, Melinda,” he said into the recorder. “I’ll enjoy dismantling her life.”


Further reading on impossible sharks: The physics behind a giant shark that destroys airplanes.

And, uh, I think sharks may have a land-walking research program. Be afraid.

Or dance. Dancing works too.

Dance like your hair is on fire but you're at the North Pole so there's plenty of ice and snow to stick your head into and put out the flames on your hair. So you can do with flaming hair for a while. Dance, you.

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