Stori

I can usually type well unless I'm in a hurry. Well, ok, not all the time...

Wow.

I think the second picture is called a "sepia." Mind you, I'm no photography expert.

"Good morning, Mr. Keyston." Miles's science teacher passed him in the hall. "Morining, Miss Senna." "Morning," Miles replied. Then he turned to look at Senna. "Well, I'm here. Talk away."

Wow. I like the expression of self here.

Well. *cross hands behind head* I did get something like that... My best advice? Send her a note. (an email works too) Tell her how you feel. That's the best ...

I kept chatting for a while. Wes (WD40) didn't have much to say, so he logged out. The rest of the session went something like this. Monica: So what's up? ...

Well, the first thing is to post. And don't forget to critique others.

Well, I figure I'll try my hand as a mediator. Come have a talk about whatever troubles you.

Kyte walks into the Tavern, hands in his pocket. "Any apple cider?" he asks the bartender.

The first two words I thought about this were "Oh, wow." It's a great idea. And it seems we have a new genre to write in: "angleic fiction." I'll finish ...

Well, I like the name Starlit. And I happen to like making up names. For instance, I wanted a name for a female cat. I came up with Raura. Good, ...

Hey, it's Kyte.

You have a point. *makes a face* It's even worse in the poetry forums. You can just tell by the titles. So what's wrong with good ol' fashion realistic fiction?

Well, I usually don't listen to music when I write. Still, you never know...