Have you ever thought about life? I mean, of course you have, but... I don't know. I'm not good with explaining things. Let me restate this... Have you ever wondered how life is decided? Who decides when you are born and who your parents are? Who decides who you meet, your enemies and your friends? Who decides when you die, most of all. The answer is the same person who created the world, of course. And the same person who hired me to oversee your (and everyone else's) fate. That brings me to my saccond point.
Who am I? I would truly love to answer this question for you, but, unfortunately, I, myself, have no idea. How could a person know who they are? How can you define who you are when you continually change? After looking through many lives I have noticed a common trend of humans. They all think they know who they are, but are wrong.
Now my third point. Stories. Everyone likes them. Longs for them even. Why though? There are many different reasons, but for the most part it's curiosity. They want to be captured in the suspense. Oh mystery so thick you want to grasp it. Why do you look in open passageways? Peek in doors? Look at what someone is reading? Or simply ask questions? Curiosity drives us all. We want a reason to laugh, to smile, to hope. They make us a part of something bigger. Something that never could have been. They make life more... interesting.
Now I have a story. Is it interesting? More interesting than the advrage story? I don't know... You tell me.
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To Trade a Life
Science FictionThere was a lively young girl that lived on Kamber st. She had a yorkie named peppermint, a talent in jump rope, and a taste for anything cinnamon flavored. Such innocent , poor child couldn't have guessed that her death would be tomorrow. And cert...
