Hmm, what to say, what to say... that is, if anyone ever reads this. Umm...well, I am a small raspberry muffin, recently granted the powers of telekenesis, and so chose to take these gifts, and write fiction with them.
You freak
Shut up, subconcious! This is my profile, I can write whatever I want!
You could try updating more regularly
Throws crayons at subconcious
So... well, I want to be a writer- heh, crazy, I know. My subconcious made me.
Oh no! You are NOT blaming this rubbish on me!
The Roads Less Travelled story I have posted at the moment could turn out to be a long one, so I'll be trying to concentrate on that, but I may write others as I go along-
when you're procrastinating
I won't tell you again! Oh, yeah, and since I hit my head when I was young, and sometimes have these mad crazy flashes where I think I'm an artist, I hope to be able to include a link to an art account at some later stage, so you can laugh at my pictures of my characters. Ah, such is life.
If you manage all that, I'll buy you a yoghurt
Jumps on subconcious. Cue fight scene, mainly stolen from action films, where the freshly tidied flat is wrecked beyond repair. Koinophobia is introducing the subconcious to the concept of headdesking...
(Panting slightly) Well now, glad we got that sorted. Oh, yeah, if you're wondering about the name, it means 'Fear of the ususal', as in the everyday. It's quite true, too. I scream most heartrendingly when I see a table.
Now read my stuff. And leave reviews telling me how bad I am. But, on the condition you tell me how to get better.
...pray for a miracle...
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