I feed my stories to my sister. That is how I test what is good and what isn't. If she'll read it, it's not too bad. If she won't, it sucks. As of right now she's reading both my stories, so I'm quite happy at the moment.
“We’re still here,” he says, his voice cold, his hands shaking. “We know how to be invisible, how to play dead. But at the end of the day, we are still here.” ~Dax
Teacher: "What do we do with adjectives in Spanish?"
S: "We eat them!"
