These people have no concept of even the most basic physics.
This is a perfect example of people on the internet
And welcome to our new member, he is so Moist
A somewhat reluctant welcome to Chirchill… I hope he does well?
RIP you Magnificent little bastard
Route 1 Encounter! Welcome Betty!
A warm welcome to Agar, let us hope he serves me well
Our adventure begins!
I like how all of these 11-17 year olds are just going to school with vampires and werewolves and giant spiders and vicious three-headed dogs in their backyard, yet they need a permission slip with an iron-clad parent/guardian signature to go have a harmless butterbeer at the nearby wizarding village.
Okay, Hogwarts. Okay.
Most days I do wish that I was better. Not just in the ways that people see me, but in how I see myself. From a young age I was always told “you’re special” and “you’ll do great things if you’d just apply yourself” but that never encouraged me. My parents, having given me what they thought was good parenting, managed to ruin the majority of my productive habits by doing this. I never thought I would have to work for anything, let alone to achieve ‘greatness’. All I want to do in this world is to leave an imprint, something that my kin can look upon and say “That was my Grandfather” and feel enormous pride.
I love the comedy and the tragedy, as is the norm with most academic writers, but I probably lean more towards comedy.
"Geronimo - Sheppard"
I never thought this would work, moments ago I was on the ground, holding nothing more than a kite but now…
My board vibrates underfoot but I steady it. There is nothing that can stop me now, for years humanity has wanted this. I’ve done it! I’ve created a hover-board!! I lean forward as the next gust of wind catches the kite attached to the nose, the speed is getting higher now. I’m only a few meters off the ground but already the scenery is blurring beneath me. I’m going way too fast, but all I can do is smile. The wind whips my face, I shut my eyes tight and shift my goggles from my forehead to my eyes. As they snap to my face I open my eyes again, the ocean is rushing towards me, the board shaking violently.
Geronimo, as a word, really encompasses bravery and submitting to fate at the same time. Thinking about it further I find it quite curious how the human race was able to have something so poetic derive from someone’s name. Who was Geronimo? Why is he the name one cries when about to take a leap. I wish I knew that man. He sounds rather interesting.
The sort of thing I’d like to write doesn’t really have an exact feeling, but really who has an EXACT idea on what they want to write. With my writing (scripts and/or story) I want people to be left thinking. I’ll never forget movies that had that twist that not a single person saw coming. Like Inception. The person who wrote that film had a hell of a job but he did it so freakin well. I really want to flesh out my own script with believable characters that leaves the audience hanging.
The twist at the end is what I want to write. My talents lie in comedy, which makes me somewhat nervous when dealing with twists, the only example of twists in a comedy that I can think of is the end of Ace Ventura: Pet Detective which… let’s face it, is not really a twist, but feels more like lazy writing, but who am I to judge.
Gather round children, for I am to tell a story.
Now, there was once a writer. Well not really a writer, but gosh-darn it he wanted to be one. He decided upon himself to journey to the local learnitorium and to his surprise he was quite the learner indeed.
During his break between the learning times, he and his beautiful wench took a trip that the two of them imagined to be an adventure don’t you know. It was less of an adventure and more of a… kerfuffle is a word used by so many people, and I have now become one of them.
On the morrow our hero returns to the land of slightly warmer and more humans, but his adventure was not over, for his trip home has only just begun.
Now Children, there are many ways we can learn from this tale, the main, this charming narrator would say, is definitely not to go to places where the average brain cannot fathom the idea of washing.
I bid you adjure.