High School Popularity Is So Fickle.

Ben Locked His Eyes On Mine For A Long Moment. Then, “how?” “how Do You Think?” I Smiled, Then Slapped Him Full Across The Face

Ben Yanked Hi Sideways As Spikes Snapped From The Wall…once Again, Only Ben’s Reflexes Had Saved Him. “please Stop Doing That!” Ben Barked. “please Keep Doing That!” Hi Warbled.

Today He Wore A Burnt-orange Shirt, Black Pants, And A Tie That Looked Like A Street Fight At The South End Of The Color Wheel.

What Gives My Books Authenticity Is That I Actually Do What It Is I'm Writing About. I Think The Fact That I Am In The Autopsy Room, I Go To The Crime Scene And I Do Work In The Lab Gives My Books This Flavor That Otherwise They Wouldn't Have.

I’m Adding ‘canine’ To My Searches,” I Said. “and ‘instinct.’” “whatever. I’m Adding ‘lunatic.