Kwasfield

Let's take an adventure, shall we? Walking out of her house, trying not to slip on the slick stone driveway, a hazardous place that is. Sauntering along, laughing, crying at the death of Major Hues. Say bye, she slips the mail key into the silver lock, oops wrong one. Walking down the street into the cove, the leaves rustling, falling in a turbulent dance. God I love that sound. The wind tousling my hair, caressing my face, feeding me the scents of tree sap and the oncoming change. Walk along the path among the shivering trees, something stirs...BAH! Squirrel. Up the last little bump, Papa's junk yard, hide and seek and treasure hunts at East

She sat in her room, silently listening to the raging storm corse through the midnight sky. The lighting provided the only light in the dark room... "God Damit Charly!" she thought, "I can't right a damn thing." She heard the lamantations of Whitney Hueston reverberate from her roommate's room, which suddenly switched to a modified contry song with multiple sexual innuendos. Quite the party. Yet in her obviosly blank mind, an idea occured to her. Was she really trying so hard to write simply to impress Charly? Or was it for some sort of personal fulfilment that had been left to grow and fester inside of her. Perhaps fester was too harsh an