Story 2
So I just finished writing my second story for Fiction Writing, and while it originated as a fun time for me to reflect about the times my house got TPed and shake it up a little bit in writing, it turned out to be me writing about how depressing how some things have become and how depressing some things will become... things we've addressed while hanging out at my house into the wee hours of the morning... and now writing it in this story has almost brought me to the point of tears. Thank God for my friends and my family, and my ability to have the great times I always have with them.
I just hope that the ending doesn't screw up the story... and hopefully the pot smokers and alcoholics won't be offended by the content : )
I just hope that the ending doesn't screw up the story... and hopefully the pot smokers and alcoholics won't be offended by the content : )