Popcorn for breakfast! Why not? It's a grain. It's like grits, but with high self-esteem.

WARNING If you dare to read this story, you become part of the Experiment

Stop trying to write sentences and start trying to write stories.

His face flushed, and I felt like cheering. "Yes," he said stiffly. "Besides de vings." "Hmm. Besides de vings." Nudge tapped one finger against her chin. "Um..." Her face brightened. "I once ate nine Snickers bars in one sitting. Without barfing. That was a record!" "Hardly a special talent," ter Borcht said witheringly. Nudge was offended. "Yeah? Let's see YOU do it." ... ... "I vill now eat nine Snickers bars," Gazzy said in a perfect, creepy imitation of ter Borcht's voice, "visout bahfing."

Did I want a dog? No. Did I need a dog? Also no. We were six kids running for our lives, not knowing where our next meal was coming from. Could we afford to feed a dog? Wait for it—no.

I'll just ask now: What is it about my persona that draws every insane, power-hungry nutcase to me like a magnet?

Love hurts." Oh, shut UP!" - pg 123