One little letter can make all the difference.

Especially when it's missing from the word peering.
(I won't tell you what letter it was, but it completely changed the scene.)

He's octopied.

Because sometimes the typos don't even make it onto the page.

It's not funny. It's terrifying.

Whenever I see a movie, tv show, or ad where they have someone falling on a treadmill as a joke, I always wonder if the person who came up with the idea had even fallen on one before.  If they had, I don't think they'd have made the joke.  I think they'd be thinking about how long it took the skin that was sanded off to grow back, and the utter terror they experienced when it happened.

I just don't.

I don't understand it when authors or anyone else apologizes for killing a character.
If it had to happen and served the needs of the story, then there's no reason to apologize.
If anything, the apology makes it sound like the death was a mistake.
If it was, fine.
If it wasn't, and you're doing it because people got sad or mad or angry on the internet, not so fine.

(That's not to say that you can't feel bad about killing a character.
You can.
You just don't need to apologize for doing it.)

Sometimes the character you've been looking for just wanders in.

Literally.