Finally someone caught the typo.
Now I know what blue looks like.
I shall now bookmark this.
Well, Yagami is Imagay backwards. That explains enough.
Hello, how's life?
True. I recently discovered the cause of the apocalypse.
I plan to purchase a reasonable amount of manga ... mostly Phoenix Wright, Death Note, Black Cat and maybe Bleach. I also plan to read more mystery novels, and I hope to find books on Eastern Philosophy. Also, if Shane Peacock makes a 5th The Boy Sherlock Holmes book, that would be a summer of EPICNESS.
Since when were lawns existent on a forum revolving around a video game where the term "Lawn" has never been mentioned.
Fuck organization thirteen. It's ORGANIZATION FOURTEEN. Xion counts.
Yeah, I guess you're right. Um, I'll be working on more stories over the summer. I'm somewhat "new" to this...I'm not really experienced in terms of storytelling. But whatever, I appreciate the criticism.
Yeah, I was really aiming to get an image in the readers head. Thanks for the criticism.
I smirked at this comment.
How are you , my good man?
Basically, Sora kills Goofy and Donald Duck, then goes out on a quest to stop Riku from earning Kairi all to himself.
Hey guys! This is a short story I wrote a while ago. I originally planned it for a class project, but I felt it was a bit too "philosophical" , and I decided to write something that people could actually relate to. (I placed in the Top 5 Stories of my class anyways.) Anyways, this story isn't really...outstanding. It's basic, it has a simple plot. A simple setting the reader can visualize in any way he/she wants to. All you have to do is focus on the questions brought up in the story, you will either say "I already know the answer/Asked these questions" or "Hmmm. Interesting." This story has somewhat of an "atmospheric" concept. So sit back and relax. By the way, this takes place in Trafalgar Square, which I believe is in London.(Don't ask.) Enjoy! -- Freidus, a philosopher of self-exploration sat down by his window, and observed the busy Tuesday that he was in the presence of. He knew the everyday routines of your average person inside and out. He knew the routines of the businessmen, who would constantly knock on his door to market their newest ideas on Friday evenings. “What matters in life? Who or what is superior in importance?†Freidus would ask himself over and over again. “What is our purpose? Why apply for jobs, knowing we could die a hero…or die a villain. Or even die, without a name.†He scribbled his thoughts down on paper. “We all follow a routine. We all have a schedule. We all must know that there is one person in this world with the same name as is.†He jotted that down. He looked out at the merchants selling their original pottery. He understood that they were only doing what they do best, but frowned at how they did not understand life as he did. “We can only re-invent a product. We cannot ‘create’ in the sense of what we think it to be. We only reproduce products, but in a more original way. Even when we think of ourselves being ‘creative’, we are creatively recreating creativity.†He chuckled at the amusing statement. “What is our purpose?†He got up from his chair and walked over to his mirror nearby. He looked solemnly at himself, observing his flesh, his hair, his fancy clothing. “What is my purpose?†These questions, the questions asked by a philosopher named Freidus, are frequently answered and can only be answered correctly by someone of superficial intelligence. One who has no name, one who has no cause, is one who is capable of answering these empty questions. He/She can answer them correctly.
This applies to everything.
Is he happy or sad? Is he constipating? You make the choice.
I can see why. Long live the King Of Pop.
Your avatar is awesome.
Well, it does have a rhythmic idea.
