There's No Such Thing As

What Was Fang Going To Do Blog About Max Throwing Herself Into Space So She Wouldn't Have To Kiss Him Again? No Instead He Smashed His Fist Against The Cave Wall Then Grimaced At The Pain And Stupidity Seeing His Bloodied Knuckles

I Learnt To Love Reading. And Then I Started Scribbling Stories, And I Liked That Even More.

For Example, You Go To Fuji, And There Are No Animal Attacks. Why? And I Think That Gets You Into The World Of "the Walking Dead" Or "lost." Humans Start Doing Some Weird Stuff.

Sometimes A Happy Delusion Is Better Than Grim Reality.

I Hung My Head, And I Felt Someone, Fang, Gather Me Gently To Him. My Cheek Rested On His Shoulder, And My Silent Tears Soaked His Torn Shirt.he Felt Warm And Strong And Heartbreakingly Familiar. And At That Moment, Not A Single Thing In My Life Was Certain, Strong, Or Whole. Nothing. Least Of All Fang.