JayDee

Everything and anything is possible at night, because the majority of people around you are dreaming, and you deal in dreams.
Then, in the cold light of day, those same people are suddenly wide awake and cynical, and you know all they want to do is criticise.

Ah yes. The burning orb of death
that by first murderlight alight
dreams must die.

Sounds like a great story though!
I reckon all writers must be curious people. All of us do lots of research, more than we strictly need (or ever use). Perhaps the combined google search history of humanity’s writers would contain the entirety of human knowledge.

Out of curiosity, what did the nuclear physics have to do with the story?

haha. Reminds me of just looking up underground rivers and six hours later I was reading equations for nuclear physics. 

Overboard and swallowed by a whale, but that’s okay. There’s plenty of us down here in the belly of the over-thinking-shit beast. You’re in good company. 

I’m happy you’re back! The internet feels less like a giant dick when you’re running around encouraging writers. 

Yes, Brunei putting the clocks back 1000 years isn’t the best sign of progress is it?
Great you had a holiday ya loved though although, yes, the train service is pretty terribe. I hope Wales and the Opera prove good at the end of the month!
Thanks for the reviews!

Yes, Brunei putting the clocks back 1000 years isn’t the best sign of progress is it?
Great you had a holiday ya loved though although, yes, the train service is pretty terribe. I hope Wales and the Opera prove good at the end of the month!
Thanks for the reviews!

Oohh, Wales… 
It’s wonderful to have you back, though.  
 

Don’t worry about reviews.  I think we all know you’ll get to them at some point.  Welcome back!

Ow, shit ouch. Fucksakes, horrible for you. I hope you’re doing better after the surgery.

Ow, shit ouch. Fucksakes, horrible for you. I hope you’re doing better after the surgery.

Do you think this has any chance of earning you the coveted “You Sick Fuck” award the way A Big Girl’s Bad End did?

Oh gods, no, don’t expect anything worthwhile. Positive anticipation of any sort is not recommended. This is the kind of story people bag up steaming from the path on a cold morning after doggo has done its business.

Dear gods, love, you get Mr. Witch to help out, and take it easy for a bit (even if I know you won’t).
 

Dear gods, Pittwitch! Glad to hear you’re on the mend. Take care of yourself and I’ll send you good vibes for a speedy recovery.  

Oh my god, poor you! Wow

I haven’t been this unnerved since watching a shoplifter lose to an escalator.
Get better soon and I hope your stair aggro stays at zero.

I’ll keep you in my thoughts too, Pittwitch. Get well soon. 

Oh, my poor Witch! Putting you on the altar for swift healing.  
 

Surgical repair next week.    Too displaced to let it just heal.  

Well this sucks. I hope you’re back to full health and out of pain soon.

Can’t wait.

Crass is pretty much my brand when it comes to the porn so using bitch for the dog’ll probably enhance the godawful feel I’m going for with this flashfic abomination!