From the inner recesses of a nutcase.

I really don't have anthing enlightening to share with the world, at this moment which may make some of those reading this ask themselves, "Then why is she writing this, and furthermore why am I reading it?" My answer is this, "I have no idea whatsoever." However I can conclude that the reason why you continue reading is that you maintain some small hope that I will entertain you with a fabulous story from my imagination. At which I can no longer resist and I shout, "alright, I will not keep my adoring fans waiting any longer. You brave souls have suffered far too long!"

It all started on a day, much like today. With a heroine much like myself, except that she was not I and I am not her and never will be. So do not think that this is in any way pertaining to my real life or you will be sorely mistaken by my every day normalcy. As I was saying however. this woman was brave, and dainty and beautiful, and pretty much perfect, because honestly, have you ever read a story where the "heroine" is in quality any less than ideal? Anyhow, this woman was a picure of femininity and grace on the exterior, however lurking underneth her perfect slim exterior, there was a cheetah waiting to pounce on any unsuspecting armed bandit that she happened to come upon. For years this gentle woman, who I suppose we will call Lina, had secretly studied the ways of the ninja. Alone in her room she had practiced, and perfected the ancient methods taught by her Chuck Norris excercise video, and she was now fully ready to engage her opposition. She had becom a finely tuned instrument of death. She went about her days ever aware that at any moment she might be confronted by someone who would test her skills. It was not long until her innermost desire to defend hersef was realized. It was this day, that we referred to earlier in he story (You know the day started like any other, well thats where we are). So this day began like any other, she was sitting in her cereal box sized cubicle, when she noticed Hal from the cube next to hers peerng over and staring intently at her. She tried not to seem as alarmed as she felt. She had never liked Hal, his beady little eyes gazed at her from behind his outdated wire rims, his overly protruded adams apple bobbed in his thin neck. It was his adams apple that first drew her attention, jumping around like a kangaroo. She sat,trying to concentrate, however there he was, he just kept staring, what did he want? He was invading her space, and becoming a dangerous threat. If he observed her too long he might even deduce, from the speed at which she typed that she had extensive martial arts training, then the entire would office would know, and then what next. NO her cover must not be blown! A simple palm heel to the nose would be subtle yet should get her point across. WHAM! "WHAD WAS DAT FOR! I dink you broke my nose! I just wanted to borrow you'r tapler!" Hals head dropped from view. Yes that was a likely excuse, and she had exected it, but at least she knew her secret was safe. For now, but what about the next time she was confronted by absolute evil? She must never let her guard down, even now that she knew she had the power to protect herself. Stay tuned for more exciting episodes of Lena, Warrior of Mystery.