In my country, we aren't allowed to do anything fun if someone, somewhere, at some stage had an accident or committed a crime relating to a certain object or activity.
Vampires are regular people and they're 438 years old but they fall in love with a 17 year old from present day whom they have nothing in common with.
Sometimes you need to let your personality/crazy out or you will name a 2D goat Mr Balls.
Nice people still exist. Don't forget that when you are panic-buying dunny rolls and over-stocking your pantry with pasta you'll never use.
That sentiment disappeared as soon as people worried about how they were going to wipe their asses
I like to get a good story and feel like I'm satisfied, no matter what happens at the end of the book.
I'm not a germophobe (I eat other people's sweat on a regular basis.)
"Well, would -you- read a memoir by a 'nobody?'"
I write fiction. That means I can do whatever the hell I want.
I’d heard you crushed egos, and I’d always thought I was safe.
Those people probably don't mean what the caption says an hour after they've posted it.
Then I learned that "romance" meant people getting down.
If you're not writing a Romance or Erotic novel, reign it in, son.