It may help to think bright, rosy thoughts.
There's something to said for minimalism. For clear, sleek lines, for simple black and white.
That stuff gets everywhere. And is so difficult to get rid of.
Isabet slouched onto her toadstool and moped, a silent steady fit unbecoming a faerie of her age. Then again, hadn’t it been made explicitly clear the previous evening that she herself was completely unbecoming for a faerie her age? The dark though only served to dampen her mood still further, thickening the roots of despair … Continue reading A Faerie Tail
And here I thought that since he agreed with that reminder that the spanking part might stop. . .
You never know what's waiting around the corner. . .or behind the door. (though the summons probably gives some clue)
It felt like any other therapist’s office, not that Josie had much experience by which to judge. The full extent of her knowledge in that area had been gleaned from Hollywood and one miserable experience in school when her parents had caved to an eccentric teacher’s suggestion that she might benefit from having “someone to … Continue reading The Therapist