Another Reason for the Lack of Posts

Hey everyone,

Here's the story. I know I haven't been posting regulary here. The Erifia Blog is not yet over. I promise. I've got lots I have to do and lots of ideas for the whole thing.

There's a snag...

I've got college starting back up, along with a new apartment, and I've been working on stories on the side. What does this mean?

This means, I've been updating my other blog...

Amelia Cartwright.

Its much easier to make posts on it for me at this hectic time because they are much shorter. So, I want to thank those who check out this blog for updates, I love you. But check over here for now.

Amelia's Journal (or Duchess General Amelia Cartwright)



-The Author

Visit Home: Part 4 (Becca)

Hello Gentle Reader!



No… I don’t know… I don’t even have to introduce what’s going on to me!

It makes me want to growl.

Next on my list…



When I agreed to date him. He went, “Whoa-Momma.”

Was I really that attractive?

I don’t know.

So, Johnny, he instantly appeared, he was dipping me holding me around the waist, “Hey baby… You want a piece of Johnny?”

“That depends…”

“On what baby?”

“On how well you treat me.”

“Come now baby…” He threw me in the air, posed, caught me, spun me, then dipped me again in a matter of seconds, “Let’s not talk about you… Let’s talk about my pretty.”

He’s handsome, but handsome can only get you so far. He carried me, and it was like, warp speed. We landed at a place called Pop’s and he said, “Hey Pops… Get me like seven cheeseburgers and get the lady a sensual salad.”

“What is up-“

“Wait babe… Johnny’s gotta study his pretty.”

He pulled out a mirror, and I don’t know, combed his hair at warp speed. He turned to me, and said, “Does Johnny look pretty?”

“I don’t know…”

“Do you love me babe?”

I stared into his eyes activating my power. I read his thoughts and I heard the Fairly Oddparent’s theme song.

I’m forgetful, but I don’t know, he’s dumb.

“Check please.”

This is terrible. I don’t know, how much worse could it get…

-Becca

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