Bluey-Sky

Bluey sat by his desk, drumming his fingers in an annoying fashion as he wishfully glanced out the nearby window- head resting on his hand, totally anime like. Bluey was currently have trouble figuring out what to write; he had ideas, duh, but how to string the words together was the problem. He slammed his hand down on the table suddenly, almost tipping over his cup of coffee. "Dang flippers skippers!" He shouted, moving to frustratedly grab his hair, ready to pull it out, "I'm a writer, dammit! Why can't... I... WRITE?!" In a furious frenzy, Bluey grabbed his pen and through it like a dart across the room. It landed on the wall, and hung

They say to start a story as close to the ending as possible. In this case, the story ended in flames and two people trying to escape the burning walls- One running to the exit and the other watching from the corner. HE did always like HIS prey to put up a fight but between smoke and falling frames, there was nothing HE could have done to escape. When the fire cleared, that man who did, Felix I learned, sat outside with his manager. “I mean, dude, relax. You made it out alive!” His manager cheered but Felix didn’t say a word. His nights spent at this attraction would scar him and if HE wasn’t enough, the hallucinatio