My muse is an ungrateful harlot who’s abandoned me to actually come up with my own plots.

“Even I make mistakes." I put on my brash, overconfident face. "I know it's hard…”

“No one can look at you in this dress, in all that fire and gold, and start talk…”

“Our lips met hungrily, and his clever artistic hands wrapped around my hips. A …”

“And after a while...I mean, how do you choose? Who gets to live? Part of life i…”