Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
The times passes on the clock.
Click. Cluck. Clickity. Click.
Oh what did I miss?
Type. Type. Ugh, I am such a wuss.
Help, HELP. Help me from my stupid love life.
HELP!! HELP, help me get away from my mistakes, dear ol' wife.
Wait.. How can I have a wife if I may have myself no life?
Am I going insane? Am I pondering too much?
I press the clicky part of the pen once more, then throw it to the clock.
The clock struck one... Hickory dickory DOCK!

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Oh, it just fell. It did NOT "struck" at all!
I need suggestions, good ones if you please. Make them nice, make them well.
I have been thinking about writing a story, for my dear ol' wife, Mory. Wait...

Basically I'd like you to comment genres and ideas you'd like me to write.
If you know my in real life, you'd know I've written books.
Tell me if I should write a story and tell me your opinions! Me and my wife will like to read them! Wait..

How do I have a wife.......????????