Nibor Dooh The Great

Just got home from play practice. The play? Robin Hood: A Western. Twisted? I know. (I play Robin Hood and am the heart-throb of all the girls, even if they are only 13.) My girlfriend probably wouldn't want me bragging about how hot I am, so I'll stop. Anyway, I decided to make my story about a thousand words longer. I need to finish it so that I can have some time to novel in November. Speaking of that, I gave one of my teachers the job of filling out a letter of recommendation for me, and I ended up explaining NaNoWriMo to him. He liked my novel idea and asked to read it when it gets done. That's a good sign.

FPOTD: It was as if some strange hand had reached out and pushed at Henniford, not toppling him but simply moving him, and the second bullet removed a large piece of the marble flooring, ejecting pieces of rock in all directions, spinning the larger ones like skipping stones. The man in the cream trench coat looked at his gun for long seconds, and then dropped it. He began to run, now realizing that not only had he failed, but that the airport security already knew where he was.