It did not surprise anyone in the old building when Tsukimori-san tramped down the stairs on Christmas morning in a very, very foul mood.

He was clutching a violin in his hands like a deadly weapon, his spidery fingers trembling slightly in the effort it took to hold the instrument; his mouth was fixed in a scowl that darkened the rest of his ( Read more... )

My baby, of course, being a story.  I'm not, like, pregnant.  That would be more than a little weird.

I can hear an amused sigh behind me.  I pretend I don't.

She is watching me again for some reason; perhaps she finds some sadistic joy in seeing me squirm under her ridiculously assessing gaze--she, an amateur, assessing me, as though she knew ( Read more... )

livin' in a loooonely woo-oorld.

Yesterday was probably the most epic day of the year.  Allow me to state all the reasons why this is.

1. My friend snuck us into the pep rally after the teachers kicked us out the first time.  We were left stranded in the middle of the basketball court and ran off to the back wall, and by the time we sat down ( Read more... )