Hi,
I know that I really suck at keeping up with this, but I really need some help with this story, so I figured I but some of it up.
Here it is..it's a work in progress...don't be too harsh...thanks!
Part One: Things always change, change is inevitable…
It was days like these that Tim hated getting out of bed of, his bed was not only warm and cozy, but the one place he could dream about the past and the future and not feel foolish for holding a crush on a future that he may never occur. He would of stayed in bed until a later time, it was saturday after all, but he had to go make an appearance for his latest published comic. It's not that he hated doing readings and signings of his comics, this has been his lifetime dream after all, but on days like these, when he wanted nothing more to return to the past and be happy, he didn't really care about anything.
The past was the answer, in the now he was sad and lonely, but the past was a foreign country that no amount of money could get you a class ticket to, and he had the money. For a while he had considered giving some of his money to some mad scientist to see if then he would be able to get a time machine, but it didn't work, isn't not like they are listed on the web or on the phonebook. If only Doctor Who was real; surely he would be able to help. He once had read in one of Daisy's Zen book, which she bought back from her travels, that the we are to let go of the past and live in the present. He wanted nothing more to let go of the past, but unfortunately his brain and heart didn't always communicate that easily.
"TIM!!! TIM!!!!! ARE YOU READY?? YOUR GONNA BE LATE!!!", Joseph, his personal assistant scream at him from the outside of the house.
Tim rolled his eyes and got out of his bed and walked toward the window only to give Joseph a look and flip him off. He was thankful that he had picked out his clothes the night before, it's not like he had trouble picking out his clothes, but on days like these it help to have everything ready. His wardrobe was still rather simple, the clothes were expensive, but his style had still mainly remain the same. He still wore only trainers and jeans, he had an extensive collection of comic book t-shirts as well as oxford shirts. He wore more professional looking jackets, but styled them with buttons and pins. His hair, was mostly there, but he did all he could with it. He was and would always be young at heart.
On this occasion he had chosen to wear jeans, an white oxford with the Bear on the right side corner, and a plain black suit jacket in which he pinned a DC Comics pin, the company that now published his comics, and buttons of Wonder Woman and the other with the saying "Make Art Not War." He quickly ran his hand through his hair to make it seem less like he had just woken up. He grabbed his wallet and chain, cell, and keys and made his descend down the stairs. He quickly grabbed the mail and let Colin 2.0 out to the garden. Colin had died some time ago, and Mike gotten him another dog that look like him so that it wouldn't make him depressed. It was after all one of the last things he shared with Daisy.
Joseph gave him a look and went back to his seat on the driver seat, once inside Tim was given his customary cup of tea and paper, and they began to drive. Tim liked driving, but didn't usually drive himself unless he wanted time alone, which he rarely had. Joseph and him spent some time in the afternoons going over the inventory of the shops and talking about who was better Batman or Superman. When he wasn't with Joseph, he and Mike would construct more robots or play around, and go to pubs like the old times. And when he wasn't with Mike, he spent his time with his DC Comics Representative/Agent, Linda, who simply bugged him about doing more comics or doing more touring, she wasn't always the funniest, but he enjoyed making fun of her and trying to make her laugh, so far it had only happened once. His alone time was mostly when he drew or when he went home at the end of the day.
They arrived at the shop, The Vault, a shop he really didn't like, because he felt like they had copied his idea of The Bank, his second shop. When DC bought his contract from Dark Star, and his comic was sold internationally, he receive a lot of money, most which he was ashamed he still hadn't spent. When Bilbo had some trouble keeping up the payments for the Fantasy Bazaar, and decided to get out of the business, he bought the shop form him and continued to operate it. A year afterward, Tyres had taken him to a rave that was inside an old abandon bank, which was up for lease. While the rave as fun, and women were all over him, Tim realized that it would be a great place to open a comic book shop. He ultimately bought the building and named the shop The Bank, keeping much of the old furnishing and style of a bank. The vault of the bank was where all vintage comics were stores as well as other valuables, he never did agree with the front room display of vintage comics and valuables. Bilbo, who had come back from traveling and living in the States, helped him manage the shop.
The Vault, was already filled with awaiting fans and mothers who wanted nothing more but to ask Tim a question and/or get his signature on their comics. Every time he did this, he thought about how he really belonged on the other side of the line, and not in front of the table. He searched for Linda through the crowd and spotted her tapping her foot and looking annoyed, she always did that when he wasn't early. He finally exit the car placing his dark sunglasses and gray beanie, hoping not to be spotted too quickly by the crowd, To his surprise he all most made it to his place when he was surprised by a women attacking him for an autograph for her son, Timmy, who looked more frighten than big Tim. Although he was startled, he simply smiled at the child, and autographed the comic making sure to shake the child's hand and giving him a The Bear Pin that he carried in his jacket pockets. The kid smiled and the mother looked pleased, she quickly thanked him and ushered herself and her kid out of the crowd. Linda came and pulled him into the front of the shop.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
New Projects!!
Hello,
I am sorry that I haven't been able to keep up with this blog, but I have had a lot of things to do. It's all in being a college student I guess! This, although doesn't mean that I have stopped writing! I currently have another style class which I have to write for, and I also have begun a couple of new stories that are longer than the ones posted here. One of these stories I hope to finish writing at the end of this winter.
I have also begun to write my senior creative writing thesis project which will be a memoir. Currently I have short stories that will from the collection that will ultimately form my project.
As for poetry I really haven't been able to write any thing new.
I plan to post some stories up today!
Cheers,
Miss V. Ashby
I am sorry that I haven't been able to keep up with this blog, but I have had a lot of things to do. It's all in being a college student I guess! This, although doesn't mean that I have stopped writing! I currently have another style class which I have to write for, and I also have begun a couple of new stories that are longer than the ones posted here. One of these stories I hope to finish writing at the end of this winter.
I have also begun to write my senior creative writing thesis project which will be a memoir. Currently I have short stories that will from the collection that will ultimately form my project.
As for poetry I really haven't been able to write any thing new.
I plan to post some stories up today!
Cheers,
Miss V. Ashby
Thursday, May 21, 2009
“Don’t worry we still have time…there is time for something better…I promise.”
He hated these events; he hated the people that went to these kinds of events and the things that they wanted to discuss. Who really needed to talk about paper products for more than in the office? It was like every single person in the room was mocking him for not getting a new job. Sure he had thought about it many times, but then he had meet Isabella. He fell instantly in love with her, but do to miss understandings he found himself with out her. She moved to a new city, and decided to reinvent her life without him, or at least that the way he believed she had done. He was sure that she would find a new man, one that would fit her new lifestyle.
With her departure he found himself alone and angry. And then he met Catherine. He liked her. He didn’t just like her he also respected and admired her, but he was afraid, that love would never be a word that he would use with Catherine. They were just always two worlds apart and they could never seem to get it right.
He remembered when he had meet Catherine; she had started work a week after Isabella had left and when she had appeared in the office it was like she had been sent form above. To him she was going to be the person to save him form his broken heart, she was going to stay with him forever and she was going to love him forever. For then on that became his plan, and if she were on board then it would never be broken. The first chance he got he asked her out. He would never forget the smile on her face when she had said, “yes”. For once in a long time he thought that maybe he could be happy with a women that wasn’t Isabella.
The more that he went out with Catherine the more he felt hopeful that he could be happy and that he could maybe one day love her. Catherine begun to represent the hope in his life, that would change the way he was and make him a better man. He was happy with Catherine, she was funny, smart and she had an ambition that he was unsure of ever having. She was the total opposite of him; her biggest ambition was to one day own a company, where as his biggest ambition was to pay his bills all on time for once. She didn’t think about getting married like he did. The thought of having kids was one that she rarely made her thoughts. They were so different form each other but yet every time she walked into a room his heart fluttered and he took that as a good sign.
Everything seemed to for once be good and then reality once again catch up with him like it so often had in his life and she appeared again. Form one day to another Isabella appeared in the office. Only that she was not the same Isabella that he had meet. The six months that she had been away had proved to make her more beautiful and once more he felt his heartbeat faster the moment that she stepped into a room. She smiled more, not only just to him like she did before. She seemed to be in a happier state. Everything about her had changed. Her clothes, hair and just all-round attitude, yet her smile still radiated energy that he was addicted to and he seemed to feed of. He always had loved to see her smile.
The first time that they had talked again had been about a paper campaign she was responsible for and the time after that it had been about more paper products. By her first week back he had talked to her at least twenty times and all those times it was paper related. He thought he was doing good, he was still in love with her, but he didn’t want to but his relationship with Catherine in jeopardy. He and Catherine had started to connect more, or at lest that what he thought. And they had more things in common now and he was happy with Catherine. Isabella, he was convinced was just a caprice, something that he knew he couldn’t have, and, so he started to make himself believe that the feelings he had for her were of envy for the man that would be able to have her.
He was happy what he had now, he was content with the life he was able to have now. His mind had been made up and he had decided to give up in ever being more than just friends with Isabella. And so when she asked him to have a cup of coffee with her, he was happy to go. There was no harm in having coffee with his friend now that he was sure that they would be nothing more.
Isabella was the same of the most part, she still was an artist; she loved to paint and draw in her free time, though the promotion didn’t give her too much time to do any of those things she had admitted. She admitted to being the same girl he had meet all those years ago for the first time expect that now she had more money in her bank account and better hair and clothes. She was still looking for a husband and the perfect home to live in and she still hoped to have children. This had struck him as odd, she had been afraid of having children before, and soon asked her why she had changed her mind. She admitted that her fear was just based on having children with the wrong man, refereeing to her ex-fiancé / boyfriend (he had never really given her a ring). But now she wanted kids and most importantly she wanted to be happy.
He wanted to be happy too he thought. Why did this happen? Who had he made mad form above to cast this upon him? He smiled at her and sighed. He couldn’t keep pretending that he didn’t want to make her happy. Why? Wasn’t he happy with Catherine? He thought for awhile and couldn’t come up with anything worth wanting to stay with Catherine for. Everyday he had seen just how much more different they were and how much he was changing for her, so that he could try to satisfy her. He had to do something before his heart jumped out of his chest. But what?
“Isabella do you love me?”
There it was out there for her to hear it was there and all he could think about was how much he hoped the answer was yes.
“Hello, hello is somebody in there? Mark!”
“I’m sorry what?”
“ I don’t know you were the one standing there like an idiot. Come on the faster we get out of this the better!”
“Ok.”
“Mark nice to see you!”
“You too David how is the wife?”
“Good, good and how about you Catherine?”
“I’m great.”
“So when is the wedding?”
“ I think it might be in May, right Mark?”
“Yeah we will probably get married in May!”
“Good, I’m glad that you too finally picked a date. I was beginning to think that it wasn’t going to happen or that you might elope!”
“No our families would be angry at us for doing that!”
“I thought so. Well I wish you the best!”
“Thank you, David”
“One down two more to go!”
“Keeping count?”
“Yes I want to get out of her as soon as possible!”
“Mark, Isabella?”
“Yeah?”
“Congratulations”
“Thank you, I know that we will be happy!”
“Will?”
“We are happy!”
He hated these events but with Isabella they seem like a game or scavenger hunt that he always managed to win. He always went home with her; he always knew that she was the right girl for him. And he hoped that she was the right boy for her.
With her departure he found himself alone and angry. And then he met Catherine. He liked her. He didn’t just like her he also respected and admired her, but he was afraid, that love would never be a word that he would use with Catherine. They were just always two worlds apart and they could never seem to get it right.
He remembered when he had meet Catherine; she had started work a week after Isabella had left and when she had appeared in the office it was like she had been sent form above. To him she was going to be the person to save him form his broken heart, she was going to stay with him forever and she was going to love him forever. For then on that became his plan, and if she were on board then it would never be broken. The first chance he got he asked her out. He would never forget the smile on her face when she had said, “yes”. For once in a long time he thought that maybe he could be happy with a women that wasn’t Isabella.
The more that he went out with Catherine the more he felt hopeful that he could be happy and that he could maybe one day love her. Catherine begun to represent the hope in his life, that would change the way he was and make him a better man. He was happy with Catherine, she was funny, smart and she had an ambition that he was unsure of ever having. She was the total opposite of him; her biggest ambition was to one day own a company, where as his biggest ambition was to pay his bills all on time for once. She didn’t think about getting married like he did. The thought of having kids was one that she rarely made her thoughts. They were so different form each other but yet every time she walked into a room his heart fluttered and he took that as a good sign.
Everything seemed to for once be good and then reality once again catch up with him like it so often had in his life and she appeared again. Form one day to another Isabella appeared in the office. Only that she was not the same Isabella that he had meet. The six months that she had been away had proved to make her more beautiful and once more he felt his heartbeat faster the moment that she stepped into a room. She smiled more, not only just to him like she did before. She seemed to be in a happier state. Everything about her had changed. Her clothes, hair and just all-round attitude, yet her smile still radiated energy that he was addicted to and he seemed to feed of. He always had loved to see her smile.
The first time that they had talked again had been about a paper campaign she was responsible for and the time after that it had been about more paper products. By her first week back he had talked to her at least twenty times and all those times it was paper related. He thought he was doing good, he was still in love with her, but he didn’t want to but his relationship with Catherine in jeopardy. He and Catherine had started to connect more, or at lest that what he thought. And they had more things in common now and he was happy with Catherine. Isabella, he was convinced was just a caprice, something that he knew he couldn’t have, and, so he started to make himself believe that the feelings he had for her were of envy for the man that would be able to have her.
He was happy what he had now, he was content with the life he was able to have now. His mind had been made up and he had decided to give up in ever being more than just friends with Isabella. And so when she asked him to have a cup of coffee with her, he was happy to go. There was no harm in having coffee with his friend now that he was sure that they would be nothing more.
Isabella was the same of the most part, she still was an artist; she loved to paint and draw in her free time, though the promotion didn’t give her too much time to do any of those things she had admitted. She admitted to being the same girl he had meet all those years ago for the first time expect that now she had more money in her bank account and better hair and clothes. She was still looking for a husband and the perfect home to live in and she still hoped to have children. This had struck him as odd, she had been afraid of having children before, and soon asked her why she had changed her mind. She admitted that her fear was just based on having children with the wrong man, refereeing to her ex-fiancé / boyfriend (he had never really given her a ring). But now she wanted kids and most importantly she wanted to be happy.
He wanted to be happy too he thought. Why did this happen? Who had he made mad form above to cast this upon him? He smiled at her and sighed. He couldn’t keep pretending that he didn’t want to make her happy. Why? Wasn’t he happy with Catherine? He thought for awhile and couldn’t come up with anything worth wanting to stay with Catherine for. Everyday he had seen just how much more different they were and how much he was changing for her, so that he could try to satisfy her. He had to do something before his heart jumped out of his chest. But what?
“Isabella do you love me?”
There it was out there for her to hear it was there and all he could think about was how much he hoped the answer was yes.
“Hello, hello is somebody in there? Mark!”
“I’m sorry what?”
“ I don’t know you were the one standing there like an idiot. Come on the faster we get out of this the better!”
“Ok.”
“Mark nice to see you!”
“You too David how is the wife?”
“Good, good and how about you Catherine?”
“I’m great.”
“So when is the wedding?”
“ I think it might be in May, right Mark?”
“Yeah we will probably get married in May!”
“Good, I’m glad that you too finally picked a date. I was beginning to think that it wasn’t going to happen or that you might elope!”
“No our families would be angry at us for doing that!”
“I thought so. Well I wish you the best!”
“Thank you, David”
“One down two more to go!”
“Keeping count?”
“Yes I want to get out of her as soon as possible!”
“Mark, Isabella?”
“Yeah?”
“Congratulations”
“Thank you, I know that we will be happy!”
“Will?”
“We are happy!”
He hated these events but with Isabella they seem like a game or scavenger hunt that he always managed to win. He always went home with her; he always knew that she was the right girl for him. And he hoped that she was the right boy for her.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
“Sleepless nights are better than no nights.”
(This is a short story that I wrote form my Style class and here is the final draft I have done for it.)
“Sleepless nights are better than no nights.”
Sleep is not required now. At least that is what his body and mind have decided. He is tired, so tired that he has found himself sleeping in his lunch break sometimes. It is his second month in his new job, the job he took to be away, away form her. She who is all-evil but all beauty as he likes to often describe her. He figures that he could maybe blog about her and call her the most hateful person in the world or he could commemorate her beauty by writing her all those love poems and songs that he already has in mind, and those that he has already memorized. He is not bitter; bitter is a taste that you describe butter with or some sort of bitter-type-food. No he is angry, but mostly passive aggressive about it. He could confront her and make her see how much she is missing out by not having him by her side, but he doesn’t. Confronting her would mean that he would have to see her and that he is not ready for. He thinks, well thought that he wasn’t ready for it. But it came to his office and it decided to be nice and it’s not an it, but a she. A she who had no right to come into the office like a goddess, or to be nice to him and make it seem like nothing happened. Sure nothing happened we all live in denial at some point right? He hates her…no he loves her. Oh sweet apothecary why can’t thee give me a potion to make all of this go away, to make her stay away. Nay, that would mean that she would win and if she wins then he will be angry, and not the passive aggressive kind. In a way not even the wrath of God himself could stop him. But he doubts that could ever happen.
It is like he is stuck in autumn, everything is dying and you know that winter is coming so you begin to get the winter blues. He always thought that autumn was far more depressing than winter. Winter blues are bearable, but autumn is not. Autumn kills spring and he loves spring. Spring is his reason to live! But he is stuck in autumn and maybe he will never come out of it. He is angry with her for taking his spring. She knows that she is doing it. He has always liked spring and she has always liked summer. He would love to take a way her summer. He would love to be her summer...oh sweet confusion eating him alive!
Maybe he isn’t mad or angry at her maybe he is angry with himself for being too dumb, too naïve, too blind to see the truth. What truth is that though? Truth he never thought he had a chance or even a feeling that all of this would come out to be good. But then again she never gave him, told him, or made him seem that he didn’t have a chance. NO! She led him on, on to a sticky pawn, which he has gotten himself stuck in, and he sees no rope in the near future. Well there is a rope, but he rather not use it. Give ‘em enough rope. Why would you say that? Who says that? Expect for the Clash of course. Nineteen-seventies punk band, that was honestly his favorite band first! But even listening to Joe Strummer’s raw power can’t bring him to get out of this runt. Runt? What is a runt? Oh, it’s an animal smaller than average, yeah he knew that! Why would he use runt? Maybe there is something wrong with him. Maybe there is something wrong with the world! Ah, this would be usually the time that she would laugh hysterically and he would echo her. “God, why don’t I have more friends?” he asks himself. Well there are a number of reasons actually he thinks. One because all of his friends are back home and the only friend he has here is Mrs. Lovejoy’s (who is nothing like her name, mind you) his neighbor, pug Charlie. He knows that it’s pathetic and maybe it has reached the pathetic of pathetic but he doesn’t care anymore. Charlie is quiet, loving, and unselfish, he shared his bone with him the other day! Good God insanity has gotten to him! Lord helps us all! What is with all the religious references, he suddenly thinks? The last time the Lord was before him was a time ago; he used to live in his parent’s house then. And even then he used to find anything to do but go to Saturday School. Trouble was his nickname in Saturday school. His mother visited the teacher way too many times to keep track of…fifty-two to be exact. Saturday school has made him now go into memory-lane-mode and he suddenly begins to recite: “When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things. First Corinthians chapters X-I-I-I, verse eleven.” Hmm…. maybe he should “put away childish things” With out thinking or taking notice of time, he picks up his receiver and dials. He doesn’t think of a happy ending, or even a beginning with her, he just thinks of the piece of mind he will get and the slumber he hopes to achieve as soon as the call is over. Whether it goes all up in flames or all is finally right with the world, he doesn’t care. As long as hears her voice and has his best friend back, at least for a runt of second, he would consider staying in the sticky-pawn forever. As long as he knew that he wasn’t alone. Maybe she could give him back his spring and he could be her summer.
“Sleepless nights are better than no nights.”
Sleep is not required now. At least that is what his body and mind have decided. He is tired, so tired that he has found himself sleeping in his lunch break sometimes. It is his second month in his new job, the job he took to be away, away form her. She who is all-evil but all beauty as he likes to often describe her. He figures that he could maybe blog about her and call her the most hateful person in the world or he could commemorate her beauty by writing her all those love poems and songs that he already has in mind, and those that he has already memorized. He is not bitter; bitter is a taste that you describe butter with or some sort of bitter-type-food. No he is angry, but mostly passive aggressive about it. He could confront her and make her see how much she is missing out by not having him by her side, but he doesn’t. Confronting her would mean that he would have to see her and that he is not ready for. He thinks, well thought that he wasn’t ready for it. But it came to his office and it decided to be nice and it’s not an it, but a she. A she who had no right to come into the office like a goddess, or to be nice to him and make it seem like nothing happened. Sure nothing happened we all live in denial at some point right? He hates her…no he loves her. Oh sweet apothecary why can’t thee give me a potion to make all of this go away, to make her stay away. Nay, that would mean that she would win and if she wins then he will be angry, and not the passive aggressive kind. In a way not even the wrath of God himself could stop him. But he doubts that could ever happen.
It is like he is stuck in autumn, everything is dying and you know that winter is coming so you begin to get the winter blues. He always thought that autumn was far more depressing than winter. Winter blues are bearable, but autumn is not. Autumn kills spring and he loves spring. Spring is his reason to live! But he is stuck in autumn and maybe he will never come out of it. He is angry with her for taking his spring. She knows that she is doing it. He has always liked spring and she has always liked summer. He would love to take a way her summer. He would love to be her summer...oh sweet confusion eating him alive!
Maybe he isn’t mad or angry at her maybe he is angry with himself for being too dumb, too naïve, too blind to see the truth. What truth is that though? Truth he never thought he had a chance or even a feeling that all of this would come out to be good. But then again she never gave him, told him, or made him seem that he didn’t have a chance. NO! She led him on, on to a sticky pawn, which he has gotten himself stuck in, and he sees no rope in the near future. Well there is a rope, but he rather not use it. Give ‘em enough rope. Why would you say that? Who says that? Expect for the Clash of course. Nineteen-seventies punk band, that was honestly his favorite band first! But even listening to Joe Strummer’s raw power can’t bring him to get out of this runt. Runt? What is a runt? Oh, it’s an animal smaller than average, yeah he knew that! Why would he use runt? Maybe there is something wrong with him. Maybe there is something wrong with the world! Ah, this would be usually the time that she would laugh hysterically and he would echo her. “God, why don’t I have more friends?” he asks himself. Well there are a number of reasons actually he thinks. One because all of his friends are back home and the only friend he has here is Mrs. Lovejoy’s (who is nothing like her name, mind you) his neighbor, pug Charlie. He knows that it’s pathetic and maybe it has reached the pathetic of pathetic but he doesn’t care anymore. Charlie is quiet, loving, and unselfish, he shared his bone with him the other day! Good God insanity has gotten to him! Lord helps us all! What is with all the religious references, he suddenly thinks? The last time the Lord was before him was a time ago; he used to live in his parent’s house then. And even then he used to find anything to do but go to Saturday School. Trouble was his nickname in Saturday school. His mother visited the teacher way too many times to keep track of…fifty-two to be exact. Saturday school has made him now go into memory-lane-mode and he suddenly begins to recite: “When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things. First Corinthians chapters X-I-I-I, verse eleven.” Hmm…. maybe he should “put away childish things” With out thinking or taking notice of time, he picks up his receiver and dials. He doesn’t think of a happy ending, or even a beginning with her, he just thinks of the piece of mind he will get and the slumber he hopes to achieve as soon as the call is over. Whether it goes all up in flames or all is finally right with the world, he doesn’t care. As long as hears her voice and has his best friend back, at least for a runt of second, he would consider staying in the sticky-pawn forever. As long as he knew that he wasn’t alone. Maybe she could give him back his spring and he could be her summer.
All my Life, All the Best
All my Life, All the Best
All my life, All the best
To the fondest of my friends
As I sit here all alone with nothing more to say
Farewell to all for now wish all the best
My life you have conquer, my life you have taken
Farewell with all love and thoughts emotion
It is how I bid you all goodbye
The fondest of friends I find no good words to say
I thank you for all the tears you have shed for me
I guarantee you that they have not been in vain
Please forget all the words that might of offend you or hurt you
But always remember all the good and even some of the bad
And that you will always be in my heart
For Today I say goodbye
To the fondest of friends
These friends that I have bitterly shared
and that I will never forget...
To the fondest of my friends
As I sit here all alone with nothing more to say
Farewell to all for now wish all the best
My life you have conquer, my life you have taken
Farewell with all love and thoughts emotion
It is how I bid you all goodbye
The fondest of friends I find no good words to say
I thank you for all the tears you have shed for me
I guarantee you that they have not been in vain
Please forget all the words that might of offend you or hurt you
But always remember all the good and even some of the bad
And that you will always be in my heart
For Today I say goodbye
To the fondest of friends
These friends that I have bitterly shared
and that I will never forget...
What the Hell Happend?
So I according to my friends I have to get my work out more, even if it has a lot of mistakes and all. So I guess that is what you will obtain form this blog: stories, poetry and more.
Enjoy, Miss V. Ashby
Author's Note: Please don't steal my work. You can mock it and maybe even beat at it too, but don't steal my hard work.
Enjoy, Miss V. Ashby
Author's Note: Please don't steal my work. You can mock it and maybe even beat at it too, but don't steal my hard work.
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