Donneven, Bettaquit and Mmmhmmmm

If this was my instinct talking, I didn‟t want to hear what it was saying.

That was the thing. You just never knew. Forever was so many different things. It was always changing, it was what everything was really all about.

How weird that must be, to stay the same as everyone else changes.

How weird was it that so many bits and pieces, all diverse, could make something whole. Something with potential. 'Perfect.

Let me guess,” Eli said, his voice that low, even timbre, as always. “Drinking from kegs also falls under outdoor activity.” I just looked at him, standing there in jeans and the same blue hoodie he’d had on the first time I met him. Maybe it was the embarrassment, which had been bad enough before I had an audience, but I was instantly annoyed. I said, “Are we outside?” He glanced round, as if needing to confirm this. “Nope.” “Then no.” I turned my attention back to the keg.

I find that the more I depend on real life, the less interesting the story is. It's much more common for me to take something that almost-happened, or I wish had happened, and then follow that possibility.