I've Taken Every Writing Class I've Had

You're Not Very Good At Being Contemplative," Milo Said. "you Always Sound Like Some Bad Caricature Of A Philosopher, Like Those Fortune Cookies With 'confucius Say' Or The Nietzsche Guy From Mystery Men That's Always Saying 'when You Walk On The Ground, The Ground Walks On You.

I've Taken Every Writing Class I've Had Available. I Took Classes In High School, And I Took English And Writing Classes In Community College, But I Dropped Out Of College. I Also Attended A Local Writing Workshop Two Years Ago.

You Know What Would Be Fun? Nobody Wants To Play Guitar Hero. But You Can Play The Beatles! You Loved The Beatles!

I Loved Jack Because Of Every Little Thing About Him. The Way He Laughed, The Way He Made Me Smile, The Way He'd Stay Up Until Nine In The Morning Watching Zombie Movies He'd Seen A Hundred Times, And The Way He Could Never Hold A Grudge. I Loved Him Because I Loved Him, Not Because It Was Fate Or Destiny Or In My Blood, We Had Chosen Each Other, And That Felt More Powerful And More Magical.

Loki," I Said. "hey, Princess." He Smiled Dazedly As He Looked Up At Me. "what's Wrong?" "nothing." I Smiled And Shook My Head. "not Anymore." "what's This?" He Took My Hair And Held It Out So I Could See. A Curl Near The Front Had Gone Completely Silver. "i Take A Nap, And You Go Gray?" "you Didn't Take A Nap." I Laughed. "don't You Remember What Happened?" He Furrowed His Brow, Trying To Remember, And Understanding Flashed In His Eyes. "i Remember..." Loki Touched My Face. "i Remember That I Love You." I Bent Down, Kissing Him Full On The Mouth, And He Held Me To Him.