A vampire story…
By L. Schmidt. And it is the best vampire story I have read in a long while. ‘Tis for the The Immortal Rules contest.
Girls grow up, gods get stranger, and there was always something out there in those woods, anyway. For Camp NaNo.
Power failures spell romance for a girl and her radio beau, but when his batteries die in the midst of a confession she turns to a love-struck childhood friend for help—and gets more electricity than she bargained for.
Go read this people. This one’s brilliant.
Love, the forbidden kind. Also a bit of growing up.
I’ve decided it’s time for a new chapter of Who’s Afraid of …
Unlike most people, Imre never forgot how much of a failure he was in his past lives.
So, everyone should go read this. And like, everything else E.R. has written. So there.
I’ve been compromised.
But really, what if a spy signed up for our newsletter. And now, she has to abandon her whole life because we were being clever. WE’VE RUINED A LIFE.
Oh, now, now. It’s just a burned alias. Don’t worry yourselves.
100 Followers!
Whaaaaat? Haha … anyways, thanks guys! And #100 was Figment, so how cool is that? Suddenly I feel so motivated to post tons of stuff every day …(That’s how tumblr is supposed to work, right?) (But I should really be writing.) (But tumblr is so much fun.) (It’s like, the eternal struggle.)
I’ve been compromised.
"My driving gloves are made from a dead man’s hands. Just the skin, mind you, not the bone."
— L. Schmidt, “Idle Hands” (via figfinds)
