Edit as of V-tines day, about 6:37 AM
I have an idea. Not for Kathleen... have an idea for her 2. But a diff idea. Like a story idea. Don't let me forget it.
"'Life is like a blank sheet of paper... There's noting on it until you put your mind to it'
These were the last words that heard from my grandpa. Then, he went. Just right from the table. With all the tubes and wires and pumps going out of him. I've always wondered if it hurt him. I never really had the time, or the courage, to ask him about it. I was the only one in the room who was with him. He had sent everyone out with a small motion from his frail hand, and everyone knew what he wanted. "*name which i dont no yet, probably for the main character*", said Grandpa *also another name* in a as clear a voice as you would ever hear from a man on his death bed. "Get back here, *name for 1st guy*. I have something to confide w/ you."
I had to do what he said, for he asked me by name. I've never been asked by my name b4. It was always "young man", "grandson", or "whippersnapper". Whippersnapper. Gotta half respect, half try not to laugh at that one. But he called me by my name."
Keeps going w/ Grandpa dead. Chapter explainin myself. Goes into main dude doin all these skool things... and writes a play!! Hurray for the story inside a story idea and the chage of font since its on a typewritter!
OOOOOOO this is good.
Now they just need names... Little help?
"'Life is like a blank sheet of paper... There's noting on it until you put your mind to it'
These were the last words that heard from my grandpa. Then, he went. Just right from the table. With all the tubes and wires and pumps going out of him. I've always wondered if it hurt him. I never really had the time, or the courage, to ask him about it. I was the only one in the room who was with him. He had sent everyone out with a small motion from his frail hand, and everyone knew what he wanted. "*name which i dont no yet, probably for the main character*", said Grandpa *also another name* in a as clear a voice as you would ever hear from a man on his death bed. "Get back here, *name for 1st guy*. I have something to confide w/ you."
I had to do what he said, for he asked me by name. I've never been asked by my name b4. It was always "young man", "grandson", or "whippersnapper". Whippersnapper. Gotta half respect, half try not to laugh at that one. But he called me by my name."
Keeps going w/ Grandpa dead. Chapter explainin myself. Goes into main dude doin all these skool things... and writes a play!! Hurray for the story inside a story idea and the chage of font since its on a typewritter!
OOOOOOO this is good.
Now they just need names... Little help?