Author has written 6 stories for Humor, Nature, and Fantasy.
So... hey. I'm LittleWickedOne, as you may have guessed, but you can call me Wicked. I have an account under the same name on FanFiction, but I made it a long time ago and now I can't get in because I forgot my passwowrd. And email address. But that's beside the point. I write because if I didn't, all the words in my head would explode, and then I'd be nothing but a splat on my ceiling. I think it's a lot of fun, and shouldn't be taken too seriously... when speaking of concept, I mean. Otherwise, I'm a Nazi perfectionst, and I am medically allergic to grammar mistakes. Spelling isn't quite so bad... without spellcheck, even I'm suseptable *shudders*. Anyways, I'm a little goofy and random, and if I write a scathing review about your story it's just because I have a strange errant love of berating and correcting, or just because you made some grammar mistakes and I almost died because of a severe allergic reaction. Anyways, just ignore me, I'm kind of a weirdo... but yeah. Anyways, I love writing and reading of all kinds, poetry, scifi, fantasy... okay, so maybe not historical fiction and biogrophies. They make me rather want to vomit. So otherwise, feel free to shoot me a PM just to chat, no matter how random the occassion, and for the love of all that's holy review my stuff! I adore your critisism and praise alike, all feedback is good feedback. ...Okay, so maybe chastising me will make me start to cuss you out in real life, but I'll always be kind and sweet and accepting online, k? All right, so I think we're good here. The rest of my page will henceforth be filled with quotes and cool stuff like that.
I am so clever that sometimes I don’t understand a single word of what I’m saying.
Rule #1: The customer is always right. Rule #2: If the customer is wrong, please refer to rule #1.
Life isn’t fair. It’s just fairer than death. That’s all.
Time is what keeps things from happening all at once.
Life is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath it. At night, the ice weasels come.
This is the violet hour, the hour of hush and wonder, when the affections glow again and valor is reborn, when the shadows deepen magically along the edge of the forest and we believe that, if we watch carefully, at any moment we may see the unicorn.
-Bernard DeVoto "The Hour"
I don’t have to be careful, I’ve got a gun!
Hit the point once. Then come back and hit it again. Then hit it a third time—a tremendous whack.
It’s the same old story. Boy finds girl, boy loses girl, girl finds boy, boy forgets girl, boy remembers girl, girl dies in a tragic blimp accident over the orange bowl on New Year’s Day.
–The Naked Gun
This “telephone” has too many short comings to be seriously considered as a means of communication. This device is inherently of no value to use.
–Western Union International memo, 1876
Right now I’m having amnesia and déjà vu at the same time. I think I’ve forgotten this before.
Everybody has a talent, it’s just a matter of moving around until you discover what it is.
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