I hate the night.

No I’m not afraid of it, I just hate it.

Because when it’s night, that means I have to go to bed, and when I have to go to bed, I can’t sleep.

I can sleep at any time during the day, anywhere during the day.

But at night, THEY come.

No I’m not crazy, THEY aren’t people, THEY are stories, poems, and movies.

Adventures, ones that usually have me in them,

And when they do, I’m usually the person who always ends up sacrificing their life for the hero.

Unless I’m the hero, then I die saving the world.

I would welcome death with open arms except I don’t want to die.

Though I wouldn’t mind being in one of my stories, as long as I don’t die.

For example, my latest is one where I and three anonymous friends have invented 4 time machines that can take us to the future, but we can’t go back to the past, except from the exact moment we left. For example, if I left at 12:30 p.m. on April 8, 2005, I can only return to that exact time, never before it and always after. The good thing about this one is that there is no hero, no villain. But most of mine have to do with Magic in faraway lands with evil sorcerers. Anyways, I can never get to sleep. Sometimes though, I look at my life and I realize how dull and unexciting it is. I never do anything that will put my name in the history books, and nothing I write is good enough to actually be published. What am I doing here, and then I wish that I could some how be magic, or fly, or become a super hero or something. Or that thanks to an accident, magic would be spread throughout earth, and people would be able to wield it, some more than others, some different than others. When it comes to magic, I believe that there are many elements, and that they can be broken into sub elements. For example

Fire equals fire, lava ( Lava is rare, and while when used for attack, is the most powerful, but slowest)

Waterequals Ice, Water (water is more of a healing while Ice is more of an attack)

Air equals Wind, Lightning (Lightning is rareish and one has to be on the ground to use it.)

Earth equals Rock, Plants, Animals (all three are mainly about controlling that element, instead of creating it, like the other three Main Elements.)

Other equals Space, Time, Nether, Light, Dark (Space is always connected to Time and vise versa. It’s a very Rare and almost none of my characters have ever had it except for the old prophet like dude who turns out to be an old forgotten hero type deal. Nether is mainly about levitation and telekinesis. Light is mainly healing and destroying undead and Dark is controlling other peoples mind’s and raising the undead.)

Anyways because of the explosion causing magic, it also destroys all technology, so I start wandering around, I seemingly don’t have any magic at all, then I find a group of adults and kids, who just so happen to be able to wield all of the basic elements, and a few other. There is an older man in who is 60-70ish and is an Earth wield(which means he wields all three), a younger hot fire-head, (his hair is red too) who can just do Fire, he’s the hero of the expedition. A cute chick who is quiet and like the hot-head, she wields water, and an older female who is Married to the older man, and wields Wind.

Well apparently H (for hero) had parents who were working on some secret project when their lab exploded, which was the source of the accident, the old couple (OC) are H’s Grandparents and HG (Hero’s Girl) is his best friend. Well of course I join them on their quest to find out what caused the explosion and to see if it could be Reversed, However on the way their, we find that goats have been turned into those half goat half human thingies and horses into pegasus’ and centaurs and unicorns, and…well that all the animals in the world have been turned into mythical beasts, so while fighting our way across 3 or 4 states, we are fighting the beasts and undead which were summoned by some anonymous being (the person who hired the parents of course and I’m actually just acting like a cheer leader offering vocal support and singing, I’m a very good bass when I’m on pitch.) We finally find the lab, the OC give their lives up to get us through all of the undead to get us inside the lab, in there we find more of the undead and creatures, we fight our way to the main computer and there we find his parents we find out that the whole thing was the AB’s (anonymous benefactor) fault so now we have to fight our way to the tower in the back of the Lab (oh and the mother and father wield light magic) so anyways we go up to the top of the tower to find the AB (who, suprise suprise, wields dark) and then fight him, I am doing my usual annoying cheers, when, afterhe kills off the parents he decides to get rid ofthe hero. so, he goes to kill me, and for an defense mechanism, my magic finally kicks in, and its also dark,so now im fighting him with a power that rivals his own and boom im dead, but that give H enough time to kill the AB. and reverse thke effects of the explosion, restoring the world to it's normal state.

That is how most of my story's are, isnt it annoying.

Then at night the depressing poems come to me.

For examples of these veiw most of my poems

And finally 6 hours till im supposed to be up, i fall asleep.

Speaking of wich, I need to go to bed now

Night.