They should have listened to Leah. If they had, this whole tragedy could have been avoided. But no one ever listened to Leah. Leah was a bitch, a harpy, a negative presence that intruded upon their perfect lives. Listening to Leah would mean admitting that their perfect lives were a hollow sham. So Leah became the bitch. It was easy to make Leah ( Read more... )

I sleep while Leah drives. It's a very unrestful sleep. The car bounces and my neck is craned. Whenever I close my eyes I think of Quill and my family. Where is Quill now? Has he read the letter? What will he do? A few tears trickle out of my eyes; I'm alone with a girl who is a bitch. But Leah wouldn't hurt me. She's protecting me. Leah glances at ( Read more... )

Quill,

I hope you feel guilty when you see the tears on this piece of paper. I hope your heart shrivels up when you see my shaky handwriting and realize that I'm sobbing right now. I hope you feel guilty when you realize you've ruined my life. But you won't, will you? At least that's what Leah says. She says that imprinters don't care whose lives ( Read more... )

I'm not sure how many of you have seen the Nostalgia Critic but something he said got me thinking. In his review of  "A Kid in King Arthur's Court," he mentioned the Dumbass in Distress Disorder. That's basically when a strong and independent woman who is totally kick-ass suddenly becomes dumber and less competent for the sake of the plot. Come on ( Read more... )