This is the story of a small boy and a ball.

It all started one day when Billy the mushroom was walking through the sewers

Of fairy land…

Ok…

Maybe I am not quit ready to write a story yet.

That was just…

weird.

Insane.

stupid.

A bit of all three really.

Oh cool a made a little format thingy…

I am righting what I am thinking…

I rite therefore I am?

Does that mean that people who cant rite don’t exist?

Wow I need to take a chill pill or something…

What the fuck is a chill pill?

Is it even cold?

Probably not….

Hmm…

Maybe I shall try writing a story again..

Hmm

Ok… OK… okokokokok

This time im going to write a story

Here it goes.

The leaves blew by the window making the light flash iratably

X woke.

X looked around

X needs a better name…

awe Shit I did it again

though that is a kind of cool start… should I continue?