60Congratulations, Chloe » I could play him like a piano. The only problem was, he was Mozart and I was Picasso. Wait, Picasso didn't play the piano? No wonder I was losing. And who's that with him? Beethoven? How is this fair?
Fiction: Romance, T, English, Romance, chapters: 19, words: 87k+, favs: 14, follows: 35, updated: 5/23/2012 published: 1/4/2010
6 When It Rains, It Pours As if my day couldn't get worse, he shows up looking like Mr. February in the firefighter calendar. Yep, I'm going to crawl through some bushes and avoid this situation, leaving a sticky trail of unfinished business behind me.
Fiction: Romance, T, English, Humor, words: 4k+, favs: 9, follows: 4, 5/8/2011
Goodbye Past A villanelle about leaving my gymanstics past-the only life I know-behind and moving on. Written in iambic pentameter.
Poetry: Life, K, English, Poetry, words: 195, 4/28/2009