Book Review: Good Omens
This is one of my all-time favourite books.
Totally not a homicidal maniac.
This is one of my all-time favourite books.
Some Royals were lucky. All they got were strangely shaped pupils, or pointed ears, or fangs. But not me. Wherever I went, people always stared at me. Even other Royals.
My body was still achey from the long plane ride. I stretched again, reaching my hands up to the night sky. I yawned, and took my luggage again. Finally, a taxi came.
I was really screwed up now. Everywhere I looked, there where psychadelic colours and strange shapes all over. The strange world had invaded my home. I panicked, and started hyperventillating.
Sorry, the tale is so long that I just had to split it into two parts. So anyways, as I was saying, this Cameron kid then proceeded to tell a very long, intricately detailed story.
It took me a while to find that door again. It always does. Then came the usual tea party, me getting killed, and the whole place being sucked away. Right on schedule.
I sighed as I stared into the mirror. I was pale, from not going outside, and had bags under my eyes from never getting any sleep.
It was happening again. I could feel myself being pulled into that other dimension. It was terrifying. Every single time I went there, bad things happened. Really bad things. But here it comes...
Once upon a time, there was a little girl. This girl hated everything about herself, so she decided to change. She changed her name, she changed her hair, she even changed her gender.
Hi. My name's Billy. This is my blog/diary. I've never really written one of these before, so I guess I should start with an introduction. My full name is Billious M. Macgilly.
Once upon a time there was a little girl. The little girl was happy with her life, and loved to have fun.
I wish I could take off my skin. Sometimes my skin feels too thick, and I can barely feel anything through it. Other times, it feels too thin, and everything I touch feels like an electric current.
When I was little, I used to talk to trees. They never spoke back. I believed that they were people who got turned into trees.
It was a warm day out. The sun shone beautifully, and there were no clouds in the sky. I was lying down on the ground, the blades of grass gently tickling my skin.
Xie ran through the forest, faster than xie had ever run before. Xir heart pounded, but xie couldn't stop, not when He was out to get xim. Xie stumbled, coughing more. Xir sickness was getting worse.
Zie sat in a puddle of blood, contemplating zir life. Zie came to the conclusion that although life was terrible, it was still worth living in, if only to kill others.
When I was born, the doctors told my mother I was useless. "We can't use this infant, females will be useless in the project!" So my mother came up with another solution.