Friday Funkday

Worst. Birthday. EVER!

Friday Funkday

Snowed in. Three things you MUST HAVE?

Friday Funkday

As my toe touched the water, I felt the change begin.

Friday Funkday

Story time: Best Sick Day Ever

Friday Funkday

No good deed goes unpunished

Friday Funkday

Let's write some flash about.... space.

Friday Funkday

First line of my WIP:

"I will not kill myself."

What's yours?

Friday Funkday

Me. Witches. And the world's biggest butter sculpture.
Oh, great. The state fair was going to be lovely.

Friday Funkday

I knew that things would change. Completely change. I'd never get them back after this. But I couldn't stop myself.

Friday Funkday

A faery, a werewolf and a vampire walk into a bar.

Go.

Friday Funkday

"Enchanted? Like magic?"

"The glowing necklace wasn't a clue?"

Really, there was no need to be snarky. But this was my own fault for reciting that poem while lighting candles then spinning around eight times.

Stupid sleepover parties.

Friday Funkday

I woke up, my eyes still blurry with sleep. That was when I saw it, waiting in the corner. Watching me.

Friday Funkday

It's the end of the world. And I didn't even--

Friday Funkday

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Ahem. Friday Funkday...

I watch as he paces in front of me. "What are you thinking?" I ask.
"Oh, nothing," he says sarcastically. "Just wondering what the hell we're going to do about it."
"We can't bring him back."
"Wanna bet?"

Friday Funkday

I don't believe in ghosts. Or vampires, werewolves, goblins or trolls. But you know what I do believe in? Messed up ex-boyfriends. Take mine for example...

Friday Funkday

Take it or leave it?

Friday Funkday

Worst. Kiss. Ever!

Friday Funkday

There are so many different ways to die. But really... this has got to be the weirdest.

Friday Funkday

I turn to the next page. It's blank. Right in the middle of the story, it just stopped. I pick up my pencil and hold it over the paper, knowing that whatever I write next will happen. It'll happen in real life.

Friday Funkday

I didn't want to believe it. It was impossible! I looked again across the empty classroom to where the book teetered on the edge of the desk.

"Move," I murmured. And again, the book slowly lifted, rising in the air. I swallowed hard. "Down." It set itself back in place.

I breathed out, scared that I was a freak. Then I looked outside the class window to where Marie and Callie were still laughing about me.

And I smiled.