#the explosive existence

Nessa crawled across the floor towards Ratchet. “Rach!” she cried, her little black hair in two small pigtails. Her little blue hands patted his head very gently. And then little Nessa bent down to lick the cat. She had seen Schrodinger lick himself plenty of times and she knew that dogs licked themselves and people, so she figured it would be okay.

Hel walked by several minutes later. For a moment she didn’t even see what her daughter was doing. Then she had to do a double take and rounded back on her daughter. “Nessa,” Hel scolded, picking up the little girl. “Don’t lick Ratchet. You’ll give him the strangest cowlicks and we don’t like that.”

Nessa squirmed and reached for the cat. “Rach!” she cried pitifully. “Rach!”

“It’s alright, Miss Hel,” Ratchet said, reaching out to take the little girl from Hel’s arms. “She’s alright here with me.”

You are pushing me to get creative today again my friend~ GOOD WORK!

♎ - What is one thing you love about your writing?

I really love how I write Hel’s dialogue. She tends to be most formal in her speech with strangers, to the point where she won’t even use contractions. And she tends to use outdated phrases and things like that. The closer she is to a person, the less formal her language is. I’ve done a lot of thinking about it and I really love how that comes out in my writing.

✾ - What do you look for in other people’s writing?

I’m So Sick - Flyleaf

Alixon turned toward the man who had previously been so confident in aggravating her with the triplets present. He had made quite the show up mocking her, right up until Drago showed up to take the triplets off her hands.

“That’s blows, we cant be married!!! its impossible! sick and wrong!!!!”