Maybelle with the WolvesIt was gloomy and dark when Maybelle dressed up into her wolverine costume. She was beginning to learn the hard way that you shouldn't change clothes in the dark, even if your feline night vision could see in it. It just didn't help anything, especially since she was rushing on a tight deadline.Maybelle with the Wolves1 year ago in October - Wrong Potion More Like This
The zippers at the back were really starting to get on her nerves. No matter how hard she tried, how strongly she pulled, it remained stuck, glued as if fastened to the skin of her small back. Her golden hair wasn't even the problem with it, for it was all short and firm except the bright mane around her head.
In exasperation, Maybelle let go of the metallic zipper with a frustrated sigh and smacked her paw against the dresser table in front of her.
"Stupid dress!" she exclaimed to herself as she stared at her angry reflection in the mirror before her. "I just had to go with a wolverine look..."
Being a lioness was no simple task in the middle of nowhere, what with the surrounding area she'd li
Dear Adult Me.Dear adult me,Dear Adult Me.1 year ago in Teen More Like This
I'm tucking this letter safely inside your favorite copy of 'The Dragonlance Series', where I'm sure you're going to find it. Page 241--your page. This book should be worn and weathered by now. I say 'should', because I'm frantically hoping that you're still reading it; because people change and you--we--are no exception.
So, dear future self, it's definitely been a while since I last thought of you. The truth is, I'm afraid to. All those hopeless and overly irrelevant dreams I have right now are probably just a fade memory in your mind. Some of them you probably accomplished. Some others you probably don't even remember; not that I blame you, you probably thought that those ambitions were too ridiculous to realize.
Did you finally manage to publish your book? This may sound funny to you, but right now, publishing our book sounds like an amazing and generally possible idea. Maybe, as time passed, the thought started becoming more and more untenable and, consequently, you