If you're reading this... It's too late for you!
Dun Dun Dun!
 I love immersing myself in fiction(and nonfiction) so here's a little segment I wrote, to show you my story's a la mode garb! ( I also LOVE French)

( *^* )- my sign 

The wind howled at the slight crack of thunder, staying as far away from the uneven path, and whirling leaves. " Impossible!" Sarlett stepped closer to see the light, wincing as bright stars danced in her eyes. The yellow brick road was so close, she could touch it with her finger, her dirty outstretched finger. Wind howled as paint continued to chip away, and dots clouded Sarlett's eyes. " Its just a painting."  Murmurs of the wind died as soon as the words left her lips.
"Forever."