The vampire laid down on the silk sheets

The vampire laid down on the silk sheets feeling tired.The idea of getting a coffin crossed his mind and it made him smile.She was trustworthy,but maybe he should make ajustments.

These are vapid mental gyrations of Bella.

Bella was stung by the criticism so she decided to retaliate by pointing out the obvious grammatical lapses in the said critisidm in a full page advert in Pravda--which mean 'Truth

is pointless as in where is the period?" The criticism of the criticism was a true tear apart and the crevasses in the world shook free. Bella slipped into the fissure

and fell several feet before pressing a button on her belt. A hook erupted from her utility belt and wrapped around a protruding tree root. The force nearly yanked Bella's arms out

their cases. As it was, she did drop one to reload its replacement. While still pulling herself up the line from her utility belt, she worried that the roots might give. Dropping

to her knees, she offered a silent prayer that her enemies might suddenly keel over before she had to shoot them. And lo, she watched as they clutched at their hearts and fell, one

by one, falling like gnats trapped inside a zapper light; some of them reduced to a dusting of shadowy ash. Her silent prayer had been heard and answered; she had no more enemies.

But no enemies meant boredom, as she soon learned. No one to insult or to plot against. She remedied that the next day by accosting the first guy she saw, telling him, “You SUCK!"