The end of a story
Sometimes, the epilogue to a story is longer than all the chapters put together. This was one of those times.
Thank you to all who helped. The slate is at last clear for new stories to unfold.
One conclusion I came to, with the help of one of you:
Trouble shared with a friend is trouble lessened.
Trouble shared with the world is trouble gained.
This will serve me well in my coming adventures.
The next story
There's a very unusual music group, 2NU, that I like. Most of their stuff is spoken word against music. This is the monologue from the song Crossroads:
Crossroads
You've reached a crossroads in your journey.
Which way to go now?
I think to myself: If I go left, down this road...
there's the risk of death and destruction,
a life edged with fear and high adventure.
And of course the possibility of total ruin.
But if I go right,
my life will be as if I was to spend eternity alone in a glorious field of beautiful flowers
whose aroma would only remind me of good things,
pleasant things.
It would be a safe, peaceful existence.
I would no that no harm would come to me ever.
But would I be able to spend all time --
eternity --
in the safety of a place without the promise of a thrill,
a kiss,
a slap in the face,
or the sweet, sweet taste of revenge against those who do me wrong?
I dunno.
Which way would you go?
What road would you take?
I am Nardo Polo,
world's greatest marble player.
And this is how it all began.
Suffice it to say that I chose left.
Thank you to all who helped. The slate is at last clear for new stories to unfold.
One conclusion I came to, with the help of one of you:
Trouble shared with a friend is trouble lessened.
Trouble shared with the world is trouble gained.
This will serve me well in my coming adventures.
The next story
There's a very unusual music group, 2NU, that I like. Most of their stuff is spoken word against music. This is the monologue from the song Crossroads:
Crossroads
You've reached a crossroads in your journey.
Which way to go now?
I think to myself: If I go left, down this road...
there's the risk of death and destruction,
a life edged with fear and high adventure.
And of course the possibility of total ruin.
But if I go right,
my life will be as if I was to spend eternity alone in a glorious field of beautiful flowers
whose aroma would only remind me of good things,
pleasant things.
It would be a safe, peaceful existence.
I would no that no harm would come to me ever.
But would I be able to spend all time --
eternity --
in the safety of a place without the promise of a thrill,
a kiss,
a slap in the face,
or the sweet, sweet taste of revenge against those who do me wrong?
I dunno.
Which way would you go?
What road would you take?
I am Nardo Polo,
world's greatest marble player.
And this is how it all began.
Suffice it to say that I chose left.