I always loath the about me part of social sites. What can I say that doesn't sound generic, cliche, or just plain boring and repetitive? Well, I love writing, I think life is like a box of chocolates, and everyone should do something they love.
The purple imperfection on the Thomas’ wall grew from a dot to massive amount of purple paint! Topher’s large green eyes followed, as it flowed from the center of the ceiling to the top corners of the walls. It started running down the walls leaving circular shapes as it moved. It streamed from top to bottom, from right to left, from every corner of the room until the only remnant of plain egg shell walls were the colorless circles the paint seemed to leave undisturbed. But then, Topher blinked his eyes. And with that slow blink the circles went from white to lime green.
A Thomas never spoke loudly or made a scene in public. And beyond those frivolous details, a Thomas was almost certainly expected to be dashing. —- “Topher’s World