The thick scent of copper and sulfur emanated from the alleyway before Valerie Gray, which did not surprise her at all—the sulfur didn't, anyway. Plasm was tangy green and sulfuric. However, the unmistakable sticky, blood-like aroma that accompanied it threw her. It sent a strong feeling through her nose, and tried hard though she did to pin its source from something else, she could not shake the suspicion that it was coming from the Phantom ghost.
Why would Phantom have...blood, on it? Red, human blood? It made no sense. It claimed to have no ill will towards humanity. It claimed. Valerie knew better, but that wasn't the point. Phanto
I write the letter H backwards when in lowercase. I always have. My mother used to think it was cute and endearing, until it became clear that I wasn't growing out of it. My father grumbles whenever he sees it—demands that I get some white-out and correct it. Lately, he just sighs and inquires pointedly what my teachers think about it.
There have been times I've been pulled aside by an instructor and asked what in the world I thought that symbol on my paper was supposed to be, but that was rare, and my teachers rarely care so long as I accomplish the actual class-work. That answer never satisfies my father, so I stopped giving it, shrug