"You're a monster," I spat out. He turned around, his green eyes glaring daggers at me. If looks could kill then I'm sure I would have been dead by now. "Well you're a fucking bitch and you can't deny it. You know why, because you're in love with a monster." *.*. Daniel Collins was a monster and everyone knew that. M...
Ok admit it, you have writers block, there that wasn't so hard was it?, Now that the cats out of the bag so to speak, or squirrel, whatever, you can get on to more pressing matters like writing the next chapter to your story or stories, I have writers block a lot, so I figured that someone needed to write something to...