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Post by Shift the Phantom Author on Oct 6, 2016 21:12:55 GMT -5
I thought it was FINALLY time to start writing stories again. Now that I'm at a new (boring) school, I've had time to think about the various delusions I have in my head! (Someone please get a doctor for me.) As usual, has nothing to do with RWBY. This story is kinda like an extension of one of my previous one's in one of our various forums, blah blah blah. And yes. I am still so immature that I like putting romance in my stories for some reason. TomorrowI haven't even written a line and I'm already done writing for tonight Anyways, some legit stuff...
Life is enigmatic; something that seemed to come from nothing, and something that seems to create from little. Yet something just as enigmatic is why we question it; Why I as a person am thinking to myself. Truly, the universe is enigmatic. "Hey hey hey, wake up!" And just as mysterious is the way in which I got into this situation. You could say it began with a promise that started with "Tomorrow."
"Tomorrow," I had said excitedly once long ago, "I'll definitely come tomorrow." I could remember 10 years ago when I was still immature. Always asking questions, always exploring. As the curious child I was, I wondered "What does it mean to be a friend?" Perhaps it was quite inquisitive of me, considering age, yet it's something I still ponder about today. "You can come over tomorrow since you're my friend!" Today is definitely not tomorrow. Not anymore.
Okay, good day, end of story, nothing to see here (for now)
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