Beware The Anger Of A Patient Man.

Fang Looked At Me, Hope In His Eyes, And I Smirked At Him. I Save The Huge Emotional Kissy-face For Imminent Death Scenes. This Probably Didn't Qualify.

Then I Went To Bed And Cried Into My Pillow. I Wasn't Sad, Not At All. It Was Just So Beautiful To Have An Intense Feeling And The Right Words At The Same Time. What Are We But Our Stories?

When I Write I Pretend I'm Telling A Story To Someone In The Room And I Don't Want Them To Get Up Until I'm Finished.

In The Dictionary, Next To The Word Stress, There Is A Picture Of A Midsize Mutant Stuck Inside A Dog Crate, Wondering If Her Destiny Is To Be Killed Or To Save The World. Okay, Not Really. But There Should Be.

Beware The Anger Of A Patient Man.