Author has written 81 stories for Horror, Supernatural, Humor, General, Mythology, General, Fantasy, Life, Romance, Love, Song, Play, Friendship, Thriller, Humor, Fable, Spiritual, Biography, and Action.
Scenes from Skool:
~*Mr. A: "Daniel, David H., Robert, you'll be working together. Jordan... bop... and David, you'll be working together."
*Lizbeth: "What's my name again? Bop?"~
~*Mr. A: "There's these things called viruses--"
*Mili: "You're all green! :giggle:"
*Mr. A: "...yeah, and there's these things called patches, too-- :gathering giggles from left corner of room:"
*Mo: "Your ear's red! :more giggles:"~
*Lizbeth: ":pause: OH MY GOD!!"
*David: "FOCUS, LIZ, FOCUS!!"
*Lizbeth: ":near tears: I'M TRYING! :computer randomly shuts off:"~
~*David: "You create chaos wherever you go. YOU'RE A CHAOSMONGER!"
*Mr. Davis: ":giggle: Yeah..."~
~*Lizbeth: ":gasp: There's a man outside!"
*Jordan: ":pause: OH, you were being *serious*. :long pause:"
*Lizbeth: "And he has a belly..."~
~*David: "Something's *wrong* with that chicken..."~
~:Evan takes Mo's picture at Busch Gardens*Mo: "Arrrgh, you've stolen me soul!"~
~(at SeaWorld) *Lizbeth: "Wow, this is gonna be fu--"
*Pictureman 1: :pops out of bushes: "Get together!! :snaps picture, leaves:"
*Pictureman 2: :randomly appears on path ahead: "Hey, get together!"
--later, after losing classmates for a long time-- *Lizbeth: "OH MY GOD THERE THEY ARE!!" :everyone runs happily towards group of friends:
*Pictureman 1: :pops out of nowhere: "Get together!!"
~*Lizbeth: "Then you have to put something *really* scary at the end, like MREEEERRRNNNNN:waving arms around spasmodically: Wow, I felt like Holdt just then..."
*Jordan: ":just tuning in:That's because Mr. Arrington turned on the fan."~
~*Lizbeth: ":drops Steve the roly-poly: Not again..."
*Geoff: "Y'all are gonna make him retarded :pours gatorade on it:"
*Alex: "Quit it! Quit pouring electrolytes on him that are bigger than he is!"~
~*Lizbeth: "Pretty soon, our whole language is gonna be made out of variations of 'like.' Like..."
*David: "Like... lioke... leeek...ke...kee..lie...li-kee... LICKY LICKY LICKY LICKY"~
~*Lizbeth (attempting to read 'fahrcrahker': "Fahh... fahhercrahu... fahher..." :fails and hangs head:~
~*Lizbeth :opens her book, devious smile spreads across her face, looks at David with malicious glee:
*David: (kinda worried) "What?"
*Lizbeth :points to author: "Her name is BUTT!!"~
~*David: "Love so deep you can drown a giraffe in it."~
~*Mr. A.: "It takes light eight minutes to travel from the sun to the earth. So, technically, the sun could explode and we wouldn't know for eight minutes. :squints, leans forward: Live your life as if you only have eight minutes left."~
~*Mr. Connel: :checks dry erase marker, realizes it's run out: "SON OF A MOTHERLESS GOAT! This really irritates me. :looks at class with devious smile: Heh. Heheh. :throws dry erase marker hard towards trashcan:"~
~*Mr. Davis: (repeated line) :points to Newjohn: "John. You're a blue-eyed God." :turns to David, still pointing, pauses: "And David... You're a dark-eyed devil." :breaks into smile:~
~*Mr. Connel: "What's an ediface?"
*David: "Ooh! Ooh! That guy that slept with his mom!"~
~*Mr. Davis: "Never mind, Mili. Just get back on your carousel and spin."~
~*David: "Jab another pin of joy into the cushion of my day! Go ahead, just try it!"~
~*Mr. Davis: "Blah blah-- :looks shocked: I just echoed because I yelled! Blah..."~
~*Mr. Davis: "They couldn't talk about nobles directly because :bell rings: GO AWAY!!!"~
~*Mr. Davis: "One of those three professors, the one who looked like Jabba the Hutt, she..."
*Mili: "She reminds me of a pumpkin!"
*Austen: "Ooh, Jabba, fast motion! How do you zoom in?"~
~*Shaved unibrow man: "It's quite obvious when you look at a nose, or an eye, that they were designed for a specific purpose..."
*Clay: "What's the purpose of a unibrow?"~
~*Senora: "You are a rich, well, middle-class woman who is marrying into another middle, upper-class family. You are not sure if you should do this though, you are on fire. This other man, he has a horse, and he is the one you love! So you have to choose: who are you going to do? :stunned silence: Wait! What, I meant what!"~
~*Vaughn: "Were you there?"
*Mr. Davis: "Yeah."
*Vaughn: "So she broke her arm on your watch?"
*Mr. Davis: "No, she broke her arm on the flo-- wait. Sorry, I was about to make a bad joke."~
~*Mr. Davis: "Baroque. Later, you go to roccoco. R-O-C-O-C-O-C-O... um..."~
~*Mr. Davis: "Well, the fog helped. Peasants couldn't see the King and Queen and hit them over the head with a brick bat. :class is bewildered:"~
~*Mr. Arrington: "NO TALKING! TALKING KILLS BRAIN CELLS!!!"
*Mr. Arrington: "SHUT UP, I haven't decided!"
~:Clay throws apple: Mrs. Sharp: ":pause: Hey... that's my apple..."~
~*Mr. Davis: ":explaining Sugar Act: Say Mrs. Hurd puts a tax on me saying the word 'manifestation'--"
*David: :horrified: "My God! You'd be a poor man!"~
~*Austin: "Physiology's killing me!"
*Mr. Davis: ":cracks up: Yes! You're tied to a dying animal!"~
~*Mr. Davis: "Okay, there were three tomatoes. A mother-- No, a Daughter, a... A father, a daughter... MOTHER, a father, no, a father, a mother, and a baby ketchup. OH GOD I JUST RUINED IT!!"~
~*Senora: "Well, class, we've studied sports and Valentine's Day is coming... Now does anyone know how to say, 'I'm going to score?' Or how about, 'Would you be my goalie tonight?'~
~*Mr. Davis: "One class was doing very well, and the others wer obviously surfing. :shocked look: Suffering! :small pause: Is anyone even listening to me?!~
~*Mr. Davis: "If a nuclear war had taken place... it would have been detrimental. To say the least."~
~*David: "Yo, yo. Straight up like a flagpole."~
~*Mr. Davis: "HAVE SOME RECIPROCITY!!!"~
~*Mr. Davis: "Sorry for the non-sequitur."~
~*Ellen: "Let's consider this."~
"I didn't have a link... I mean fever!"
"Get on this leg. Um... this computer."
"I don't like those, they're too spicy. I mean minty!"
(typing) "oh no not homework :grains:"
"Hehe... that makes me funny. Happy. I meant happy."
"Why is it so bright in here?" "...because you're outside..."
"I want... hungry."
"I took this test last night, to measure my... aptitude... in things. And... never mind, I forgot my point."
"Stop WAVING AT ME!"
"Hey, David, you're wearing your glasses today!" "I can tell, because you're talking really weird."
Heather: "David, catch!" Lizbeth: "NOOOOO!!!"
"It's his fault for not having sticky enough legs!"
"I think I might have ADD..."
I've got some issues to work through
There I go again, pretending to be you
Make-believing that I have a soul beneath the surface
Trying to convince you it was accidentally on purpose
...girl anachronism ...dresden dolls