The Wordsmith Myth
A Story Teller
Peter shot two globs of flash web that lit up brightly when they hit the ground. "What the hell! All I see is bright light." A thug said. "Walk towards it." Peter said punching him in the stomach. "I'll keep the hired help occupied." He said."Sounds good." Joey whispered as he closed the portal behind him. "Get ready. I'll teleport the product to an incinerator."