Crash,

       Pound,

                Pull.

                      Crash,

                             Roar,

                                    Throb.

Roll,

      Lap,

          Swirl.

                 Roll,

                       Curve,

                               Rise.

                               Pour,

3/31/09

       “Jackie’s Gelato Jackpot” is the place to be in this town. I’ve been there so many times, now, I can go alone with my guide dog Joey. Even if you’re blind like me, it doesn’t mean that you can’t like gelato.

After following trusty Joey across the noisy street and stepping up onto the high curb, I use my free hand to grab the slick handles and pull them toward me to enter into the sweet smelling shop.

 ~*~I have some good news! I finished Half Blood, which puts me with three "finished" (read: unedited/in the process of being edited) novels!!!! Hope you guys enjoy this installment--and I think that from now on I'll try to post Half Blood at least twice a month~*~

   "Why not try beating up on someone your own size, sneaky coward?" she asked boldly.

  "Oh, it's the little bag of bones," Joe scoffed. He turned to his fellow bullies. "Leave this to me."

  Triste swallowed hard. She stood tall as Joe came toward her. When hse judged the time right, she threw herself to the ground and rolled, knocking him over. She leapt to her feet.

  Joe was slower in getting to his feet, and seemed to be favoring his left foot.

** please enjoy this short story :) many more chapters will come**

These chapters don't have titles yet... I haven't thought of anything epic for them yet. Any suggestions?