"I Promise I'm Not a Murderer: The Story of a Researching Writer"
"Do you even know how to drive this thing?" Brikena asked as the TARDIS flew around in different directions. "Normally, I'd lie and say yes, but considering the fact that I almost flew us into that building, I'm going to assume you know the answer.
The whole point of that explanation was to prove it isn't so casual as to call dibs. Dude if I can call dibs on driving a tank a simple weapon shouldn't be a huge difference. (Can't help but to read this in Ichabod Crane's voice.
Awesome writing prompt for my GT kids
Writing prompt: As you die, you travel down the bright tunnel and then everything turns to black. That's when you hear it: "Greetings, Prisoner You have served your sentence.
Be the older one) "Henry, we need to go see Whiplash!" I call, braiding my hair into two long pigtails." Henry calls back.
"It's because I'm a writer," I say as I bookmark the page on natural poisons and the page on how quickly one would die when stabbed. <----- "I am a writer" I say as I search the internet for how to get away with kidnapping