Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!

One Can Never Have Enough Socks

Krystal Flung Herself Violently Off The Chair, Away From Her Mother. She Was Surprised To Feel Warm Liquid Flowing Down Her Cheeks, And Thought Confusedly Of Blood, But It Was Tears, Only Tears, Clear And Shining On Her Fingertips When She Wiped Them Away.

I Always Have A Basic Plot Outline, But I Like To Leave Some Things To Be Decided While I Write.

The Best Of Us Must Sometimes Eat Our Words.

Strange How Short-sighted Being Invisible Can Make You.