Saint Chuck found himself in English class…again. Never mind the fact that his teacher was frowning over his shoulder in efforts to decipher his words. He was on a mission.

As soon as her head turned – - and her enormous hair a few seconds later – - he finished jotting down the story ideas. “Yes…yes, brilliant!” He cried loudly, causing some odd looks. With a small smile, Saint Chuck bowed his head, making a mental note to be aware of his surroundings.

When the last bell rang, and he had sidled past the ill-tempered instructor, Saint Chuck ran home as soon as he could. And signed onto Ficlets.