Sara never liked fruit. She hated Bananas and oranges and grapes. But she hated one fruit in particular the most...passion fruit. She hated them since the day one had gone sailing through the air one summer morning and slammed into her father's head, killing him.
You're new? Great seas! Why haven't you gone to the Buddy System yet?
One day,. . . no, wait, it was a night, wasn't it? No, more like early morning. What do you count 2:34 as? Morning or night? What if you added 23.89 secconds? Does that change anything? Hmmm. . . Well, anyway there was this tanuki. . . hey, what is a tanuki anyway? Hmm. . .Lemme just look this up. . . a raccon-dog? What, did a raccon and a dog get togther? Why would they do that? Man Japan is wierd. Atleast their manga's good. Wait, what am I doing here?
I am a Leaf on the Wind, Watch me Soar ~ Kyrie Eleison down the road that I must travel, Kyrie Eleison through darkness of the night
That man over here, he is an ordinary man who is super duper boring and now I'm going to tell you a story about him that is really really boring because that man is really boring and nothing ever happens in his life except for when he buys pie.
I'd never given much thought to how I would die - though I'd never had reason enough in the last few months - but even if I had, I would not have imagined it like this.
I was walking through the park one day when I came across a peculiar old man, feeding birds pieces of his sandwich. When I sat beside him, he fed me to the birds.
