Krista Alasti
She grew up listening to the thrilling tales of her Iranian father, who spent his childhood in Tehran battling snakes, racing wild horses, and riding on the backs of giant desert-tortoises. Or so he claimed.
Now, Krista spends as much time as possible creating characters with as many layers as she hopes to have in her future wedding cake. In her free time, she volunteers at local animal shelters, (even though she already has 3 terrific dogs of her own) feeds her mind with book after glorious book, and engages in a generous amount of psychology and creative writing courses. She also tap dances on the moon. Or so she claims.
“You’re not going to campus. You’re going out to get drunk and play with other ladies’ boobies.” - Kye”
Krista Alasti
“So where did you get your information? Werewolves for Dummies? No, wait, you watched Underworld? Or maybe you were raised by wolves? Stop mewhen I’m warm.” - Shella”
Krista Alasti
“Been lickin’ peanut-butter spoons? Maybe I should call you butterfingers. It has a better ring than Hella Shella. - Tran'Answer my question, Tran. Right now. Or I show you just what these fingers'--I wiggled my fingers under his nose-- 'can really do.' I took a step closer, erasing the distance between us. 'And let me tell you, emo boy, you are not going to like it. Let’s just say, that peanut butter I ate, freshly made.' I licked my lips with care. 'I’m actually quite skilled when it comes to crushing nuts.' - Shella”
Krista Alasti
“God, why do I bother trying to help you? It’s not like you appreciate it. It’s not like the word ‘thanks’ is in your vocabulary. It’s like you’re not capable of being nice to someone you decided to despise when you were six-years-old. Sure, about twelve years have passed, but what’s time compared to your rock-headed mind? - Tran”
Krista Alasti
“Just shut up and talk. - Shella”
Krista Alasti
“Why would Dad call you? I mean, you have to admit that he would have been better off calling the local prison and asking them to send out one of the convicted killers to come find me. - Shella”
Krista Alasti
“So what did you do, drug me, stuff me in the trunk, then dump me like a sacrificial offering into that vampire’s coffin? - Shella”
Krista Alasti
“Don’t be hating on my peacock. It’s just not right. - Kye”
Krista Alasti
“You’re starting to look like you did before, and that’s not good because what you looked like was complete shit, so get up and go to bed so I can stop acting like your mother. I can already feel my balls starting to recede. And hey, does it look like I’m growing breasts? - Kye”
Krista Alasti
“I’m sure all of that’s true. Especially the anal bit--Marshall’s always been an ass--but I don’t see how this is relevant, unless of course I’m mistaken, and you really are comparing me to a crumb that needs sweeping. - Shella”
Krista Alasti
“I can be a gentleman off and on. When the urge hits me. - Tran”
Krista Alasti