Wish All My Corpses Would Do That.

Remembering. Forgetting. I'm Not Sure Which Is Worse.

Why Is It That Every Time A Girl Says A Guy Is Bothering Her, It's Fluffed Off With Oh, He Just Likes You, As If That Makes It Okay?

Here I Had A Wonderful Man Who Cared For Me And I Was Screwing Around With A Self-absorbed, Conniving Monster Who'd Betrayed Me In The Worst Possible Way.

Young Writers Need To Be Encouraged To Write - Just Write - With No Restrictions On Form, Style Or Content.

Where's Simon?"..."is He Okay? Why Isn't He Here?" She Glared At Derek. "where'd You Leave Him?" Passed Out In An Alley." Derek Frowned In Thought. "not Sure Where, Though.