Or, not.
I plan to take full advantage of the pupal stage of my writing.
What would we do with a sneak preview of our ultimate destiny?
Niceness is your set point, girls. Remember that.
I’ve had success before with a whittling knife.
I am dumbfounded and profoundly sad.
His appearance toggled a switch in my brain.
She is both gorgeous and uniquely unimpressed by me.
Mine was the privilege of witnessing them all.
The stories draw me in to their generative orb.