He Could't Have Survied A Hundred Foot

You Have To Be Compelled To Write. If You’re Not, Nothing Else That You Do Matters.

That Was So Completely Unfair That I Told Tantalus To Go Chase A Donut, Which Didn't Help His Mood.

The Wind Blowing Through My Ripped Clothes Was So Cold That I Felt Like A Percysicle.

I Held Out My Dad’s Magic Box And Let It O, Sure It Would Smash To The Floor. Instead, The Box Disappeared. “cool,” I Said. “sure You I Can Get It Back?” “no,” Bast Said. “now Come On!

His Lion And Hippo Legs Twitched. I Wondered If Netherworld Monsters Dreamed Of Chasing Rabbits.