I Can Do This, I Lied To

Silently, I Lifted My Doggy Bowl Off The Floor. Then, With A Quick, Powerful Flip Of My Wrist, I Threw It Into The Back Of Blondie’s Head So Hard That – With An Earsplitting Bang – It Smashed Flat Before It Ricocheted Across The Room And Snapped The Round Top Piece Off The Thick Newel Post At The Foot Of The Stairs.

What's Funny About That Is When I Was Writing Twilight Just For Myself And Not Thinking Of It As A Book, I Was Not Thinking About Publishing, And Yet At The Same Time I Was Casting It In My Head. Because When I Read Books, I See Them Very Visually.

You Really Shouldn’t Do That To People," I Criticized. "it’s Hardly Fair." "do What?" "dazzle Them Like That – She’s Probably Hyperventilating In The Kitchen Right Now." He Seemed Confused. "oh Come On," I Said Dubiously. "you Have To Know The Effect You Have On People." He Tilted His Head To One Side, And His Eyes Were Curious. "i Dazzle People?" "you Haven’t Noticed? Do You Think Everybody Gets Their Way So Easily?" He Ignored My Questions. "do I Dazzle You?" "frequently," I Admitted.

Bella." Edward's Voice Was Right Beside Me, Relieved Now. "can You Hear Me?" "no," I Groaned. "go Away.

Do You Like Scary Stories? He Asked Ominously. Jacob Black