MY LOVE STORY
You probably think this story is going to be gory. I mean, the name "That
great terrific author for televison" has become a synonym for blood.
Actually, I find this distressing. My talents as an author span beyond that of
Slosh, of Gomlik, yes, even beyond Cheriderf. Therefore, to those who Qe~$1ira
The flowers were blooming along the prairie as a bee flew by.
Samantha sighed sweetly as she sat down beneath an oak tree.
Suddenly a rain cloud came by and a huge bolt of lightning
struck her chest and it split. . . oops! Please ignore this paragraph.
She lay beneath the tree and soon fell asleep. She woke
with a jolt
as she felt a tap on her left shoulder. It was ~Paul Adams, the young boy that
lived down the street. Suddenly he attacked her~ I mean, no he didn't--he
said--.uh--"Hello, it sure is pretty out, isn't it?" Samantha
Gwarzhishkil--I mean, uh, Samantha Grant was a very beautiful girl, 5'6",
blue eyes, blonde hair, and a figure that would make Susan Smith look sick.
They immediately fell in love, were married two days later, had
six children in the next four years, and lived happily ever
How's that for a love story???