… the next day, the flaming wreckage of the apartment provided no leads to the police as they poked through the ashes of oven mitts and melted candle remains.

Ok, I was talking to my best friend and she said “you know what Kendall? It’s your birthday! You can cry if you want to! So there…”
But oh my gosh… STUPID SISTER/BOYFRIEND!!! That totally ruins a birthday. Thats was awsome. Thanks for enetering!

haha booth!
Such a horrible thing to come home to.. at least they were only half naked..

Which half? The left or the right?

I think, to a certain extent, this is something that everybody can identify with – betrayal and anger. Sounds a bit like a diary entry, though.

hey booth you are my kind of vindictive villian

To AccidentalRob: If you read any of my ficlets, you can tell thats the feel of most of my writings.

This is a sad story, and very well written too, but reading the comments made me laugh loudly. Seriously guys, have some respect for the mood that’s set by the story…

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The two lines at the end of my comment were actually meant to italicise the sentence desperately trying to withold my smile, and I put pointy brackets around it, so I guess that interfered with the html.

Just wanted to let you know I am not so overly serious as the comment may have seemed…