I don’t know, but I really wanted to write words of unfinished story :
“Look, there’s someone behind you.”
“Oh, it’s good. And perhaps you would like to know, it is not someone.”
“Man, such an unfaithful, ugly, penniless groom. The lady decided to marry him!?”
“Yea but you knew why she would.”
Grace was walking at the bridge yesterday. She stopped and saw a suspicious, darkish, mysterious cupboard.
Cathy the cat walks around the house like usual, but, zap!
An unknown hands cheerfully catch and fly her cute fragile body.
How can every thing I tried to write turned to be a bit horror-ish. I’ll try to write a rather cute story perhaps later.