We, Sarah and Heather are two girls, insane girls. We write letters to each other, we write e-mails, we chat online nearly everyday, we phone each other, and we only meet face-to-face every summer. We have created together a world of characters and drama. This is our hobby, and our lives... We spend alot of time writing, and thought it was time to share it with the world.. Enjoy!

Check out more of Sarah's work at: http://fictionpress.com/profile.php?userid=177292

And Heather's work at: http://fictionpress.com/profile.php?userid=29533

And remember: Great minds think alike, and fools seldom differ.

Ode to the Blooms
Fae

Once upon a roll in the hay
Gwyn discovered he was gay
The healer was a hemaphrodite
And Blaze could always pick a fight

In war, Gwyn found time to confess
At home, Alik was screaming, "YES!"
By himself, Jako dangerously glared
At pineapples and drugs compared

While Cal was making mental notes
Hez and Fae were quoting quotes
Cat, from sleep, she did not wake
And Remedy was eyeing Gwyn's snake

Another year has come and gone
And Sarah's turned the Heather on
While we shimmied till the break of dawn
And spoke to God through 911.

Now Jako lives within a vent
And Jamie's orange has came and went
Cat has lost her jellyfish glow
And Gwyn... well, you know.

Though ducky's likely met his doom
From a grave sucking chest wound
And Gwyn's confessed his very last
To this 330 person cast

Now we're past the days of nipple-man
And shimmying's been replaced by the can-can
Ember will always lack a brain
And we will always be insane

So we will continue to destroy lives
For we are reverse Norman wives
So the moral of this poem from me to you
Is pease don't die - but carrots do!