My life is a mess of twist and turns that in the end all add up to nothing. I study all day at school, will go to college, get a job, and eventually die and become soil which will grow things. My entire life is meaningless so why right about it? But then again, everyones life is meaningless unless someone remembers you. And most people are never remembered unless your comparable to George Washington or Albert Einstien. People remember them. But me...no one is going to remember me. My kids will remember me, and my grandkids, and maybe even my great grandkids. But eventually I'll be forgotten and my entire existence will slip out of all knowledge. And considering my luck lately, my grave will have a house built over it or some other building and my tombstone, one of the last things that would remind you of me will be torn down or destroyed...boo hoo hoo. My life sucks...
Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 10:10 pm Title: Thanks For Your Comment
I am so glad you found that confusing! No, really! It reinforces that I should stick to my preferred method of writing what needs to be written in order for the story to be understood and liked regardless of size instead of just writing a short and "dang confusing" story. While I do not like to frown upon my work I am glad that it was this piece as it fortifies the introduction and really did not play a huge role in my plot with the exception of a teenage boy finding out that magic exists through, well, those means. Wow. I am glad you could find the time to leave your comment and may I suggest you read my other work all of which focus around Thomas and Falice Woodsworth (he sounds evil, but, okay he is!)
You'll definitely like them as they are more "correctly formatted" in size without being overbearing.
I'm just randomly signing everywhere, so:
