Well didn't think I did anyway. So what did I do? I went and entered a stinking contest. Yes a writing contest. What kind do you think I would have enter, one for flipping basket weaving? I don't know a damn thing about basket weaving. Of course I didn't know anything about writing when I took that up, still don't, but didn't let that stop me. Wonder what you need to have for basket weaving.
Anywho. I thought I would give this thing a try and see what happens. I mean what's the worse that could? I get loads of reviews telling me what an awful writer I am and totally have what little confidence I have in myself crushed resulting in me spending the rest of my remaining years under my bed hiding from the world. Or worse yet, no one reads it at all. Oh the horror of it all. Well I have gotten at least one shining review. Great review. I mean out of this world review. I should know, I left it myself.
Anyway the title is 'Vampires, Werewolves, Zombies, and Ghouls Need Not Apply.' If you get a chance please check it out for yourselves. Hey it's free and it's a short story so none of your bitching about, well what will it cost me and I really don't have time, just get of your butt and do it. Don't worry I can't see anything other than how many votes it gets. Oh yes and vote for me too.
Time to run and get some things done. Have a good one and enjoy reading.
Here's the link.
She was definitely a few pieces shy of a complete Erector Set.
"Nice equipment." said Alison.
"Don't I know it."
Would someone please make him stop excreting humanly body fluids?