"There comes a time in everyone's life when
disappointment comes naturally, when pain loses sting, and when the spirit is
lost. That time is death, but that death doesn't bring an end, or that sweet
idea we call heaven, it is a time of forsaken and forlorn dreams, when there is
no hope of LOVE, and at this moment, when it is realized, comes an even greater
will for life and love, hope and dreams. I can't give up now." - Teen-aged and Angsty, Me.
On April 25, 2002, I began writing a short story. This short story became 20 pages of inspired prose before giving way to entrance essays for college, love notes to my high school sweetheart, and campaign slogans for my Sophomore Class Offices, and clubs. I found this document in an old e-mail account from my "Good Ol' Days" and saw that, with little editing, I may have something worth revisiting...so...here it is...the beginning of my short fiction-writing stint at the tender age of innocence...though it seems, my precociousness was already obvious.
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