Sunday, February 1, 2009


As if it couldn't get any worse, the door swung open, and she jumped in.

She wasn't wearing her usual purple sun dress. She was wearing a black leotard and 8lb ankle weights, baby blue.

Her lips were coiled, her hands rested firmly on her hips.

On her forehead was tattooed in deep purple: C-39.


  1. This is like the story you sent leave me hanging, just when it gets interesting!

  2. Have you ever seen Jimmy Neutron? When it comes to writing, I'm a lot like Professor Finbarr Calamitous, I rarely finish anything.

    However, I do plan on finishing the other story. I've just been focused on getting this ballroom program up and started.

  3. Andrew, I know that your ballroom venture is going to go great. :)