Cure for writer's block: blow something up(in the story)

What did a happy ending even mean in real life, anyway? In stories you simply said, 'They lived happily ever after,' and that was it. But in real life people had to keep on living, day after day, year after year.

Do you love him?" Deryn swallowed, then pointed at the screen. "He makes me feel like that. Like flying.

He makes me feel like that. Like flying.

He turned to face her again, his late-pretty composure crumbling. "But you're..." "Pretty? Think again." She smiled. "I'm Tally Youngbood. My mind is very ugly. And I'm taking your car.

She wasn't here to gawk. She was an infiltrator, a sneak, an ugly. And she had a mission.

And it was pretty clear that no prince was showing up, or at least that he was really late.