Plague
I got the plague.
I hadn't had the cliched "blood running cold" before. Now I know what that feels like.
I wanted to keep staring, but adults aren't supposed to do that.
Sometimes you will get to a place that’s just as good as your original idea.
We all survive on shallow breaths until someone tells us to stop and breathe.
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.
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.
"Well, would -you- read a memoir by a 'nobody?'"
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.
I'm in a lot of writers, critique, authors and promotional groups. The last few years has me constantly seeing the words, "trigger warning."
I'll throw out a "hey," because my brain is unoccupied for three seconds and requires a shot of attention or dopamine
Millpool. No, really. I can't actually cook.