Writing Is Like A Sport - You

With My Sister Perched On My Arm, I Walked To The Elevator. A Business Man With A Rolling Suitcase Was Waiting By The Doors. His Eyes Widened As He Saw Me. I Must’ve Looked Pretty Strange—a Tall Black Kid In Dirty, Ragged Egyptian Clothes, With A Weird Box Tucked Under One Arm And A Bird Of Prey Perched On The Other. “how’s It Going?” I Said. “i’ll Take The Stairs.” He Hurried Off.

Son Of Poseidon? East Asked. I Nodded. Took A Dip In The Styx? Hudson Asked. Yep. They Made Digusted Sounds. Well That's Perfect East Said. Now How Do We Kille Him?

It'll Be Dangerous," Nyssa Warned Him. "hardship, Monsters, Terrible Suffering. Possibly None Of You Will Come Back Alive." "oh." Suddenly Leo Didn't Look So Excited. Then He Remembered Everyone Was Watching. "i Mean... Oh, Cool! Suffering? I Love Suffering! Let's Do This.

Aphrodite Strikes Again, Huh? You're Gonna Be The Best-dressed Warrior In Town, Beauty Queen.

His Left Eyebrow Crept Higher And Higher As I Told Him The Strange Bits Like The Glowing Letters And Serpent Staff. "well, Sadie," Inspector Williams Said. "you've Got Quite An Imagination." "i'm Not Lying, Inspector. And I Think Your Eyebrow Is Trying To Escape." He Tried To Look At His Own Eyebrows, Then Scowled.