faithismyname
The pot was boiling on the stove when she answered the door. It was the police. Her worst fear had come true. He whispered the words she had once longed for and now could not bear to hear. The pot began to boil over the rim as she collapsed to the floor.
ill or I'll? I'll assume ill. Heh. Clever. Ill like my boyfriend right now after a long night of drinking? This word of the day really sucks. Why do i want to write about ill?
i already wrote about this so i am somewhat disappointed to see that this is the only word i can randomly select (is that an oxymoron?) and write about. it's a pretty color and that's about as far as i can go now.