Kokichi Ouma

Ahh, hear that? It's the sound of my will to write slowly dying. 

The 6th chapter of The Locket should come out...in a day or two!

According to all known laws
          of aviation,
          
            
          there is no way a bee
          should be able to fly.
          
            
          Its wings are too small to get
          its fat little body off the ground.
          
            
          The bee, of course, flies anyway
          
            
          because bees don't care
          what humans think is impossible.
          
            
          Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
          Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
          
            
          Ooh, black and yellow!
          Let's shake it up a little.
          
            
          Barry! Breakfast is ready!
          
            
          Ooming!
          
            
          Hang on a second.
          
            
          Hello?
          
            
          - Barry?
          - Adam?
          
            
          - Oan you believe this is happening?
          - I can't. I'll pick you up.
          
            
          Looking sharp.
          
            
          Use the stairs. Your father
          paid good money for those.
          
            
          Sorry. I'm excited.
          
            
          Here's the graduate.
          We're very proud of you, son.
          
            
          A perfect report card, all B's.
          
            
          Very proud.
          
            
          Ma! I got a thing going here.
          
            
          - You got lint on your fuzz.
          - Ow! That's me!
          
            
          - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
          - Bye!
          
            
          Barry, I told you,
          stop flying in the house!
          
            
          - Hey, Adam.
          - Hey, Barry.
          
            
          - Is that fuzz gel?
          - A little. Special day, graduation.
          
            
          Never thought I'd make it.
          
            
          Three days grade school,
          three days high school.
          
            
          Those were awkward.
          
            
          Three days college. I'm glad I took
          a day and hitchhiked around the hive.
          
            
          You did come back different.
          
            
          - Hi, Barry.
          - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.
          
            
          - Hear about Frankie?
          - Yeah.
          
            
          - You going to the funeral?
          - No, I'm not going.
          
            
          Everybody knows,
          sting someone, you die.
          
            
          Don't waste it on a squirrel.
          Such a hothead.
          
            
          I guess he could have
          just gotten out of the way.
          
            
          I love this incorporating
          an amusement park into our day.
          
            
          That's why we don't need vacations.
          
            
          Boy, quite a bit of pomp...
          under the circumstances.

I can't believe I missed it! Last thursday was my offical one year anniversary! It's been a whopping whole year since I started writing. YAY ME!

Hiiiiiii

So, I'M BACK

PIKACHU 
          
          IT IS I
          
          THE DUMPSTER

So I was trying to edit chapter two, and I accidentally cut something I meant to delete.....So it copied over the new version of the chapter. ;-; I'll give it another shot soon, but to be quitw honest, I may just leave everything be as a testimony to how awful  I used to be

Happy Easter My Galaxies! 
          

NEW COVER!!