Maybe My Story

Nowhere

I would assume you have access to the internet. Otherwise you wouldn't be reading this unless it was printed out and then gave to you by a friend and in that case please give your friend my highest thanks because he or she clearly though this writing to be good enough to give to you in paper. So however you may be reading this I would give you my apologizes before you read this but since I am neither good nor bad I can not give you them nor deprive you of them so I am merely stating now that I would apologize for how frustrating this story may become in advance if it weren't for the small fact that to you I am just a username that communicates to you through my writing which happens to be just a mixture of lines that we put together to form letters that form words that form sentences and so on. All great except that some cultures used to write letters on cave walls in human blood so unless you were the poor human who was sacrificed so your blood could become used for writing, yay for literature and I applaud you for joining this website whatever the reason because you wouldn't join a writing website if you didn't like to write or at least read what others have to say, real or fake.

I recently stated that my story takes place in the middle of nowhere. That really could mean anywhere in which I decide to make nowhere. So for literary purposes only I here by declare that the small island belonging to Portugal called Corvo is now in this story and from this point forward Nowhere.

Now to that small thing called actual writing and fictional stories in which I manipulate you through my computer to love, hate, trust and distrust different characters in my story all of which happen to be fake just for the sake of your entertainment as well as mine. I happily present the story part, of my story that may or may not be real.

Blaze was a nobody in a town full of somebodies. In a town full of everybody really. She lived on an island, a perfect bubble where people went to escape and make babies. And sure it was a good idea at first. The couples conversation probably went something like so:

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"Hey Joe, we are rich and well off and still young. Lets move to a place that isolates people from the brutality of the world to raise our kids."

"Ok sally. Where?"

"How about Corvo? It't a nice place our kids will love."

"ok"

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But what is flawed about that is what happens to the kids. They never know anything or want to know anything outside of their perfect bubble. They grow up and then their kids grow up spoiled and pampered and living a perfect life.

Blaze was born in Corvo, in this case what I have addressed as the "bubble" which is basically what it is. A bubble that protects you from hardship. And in this case that is exactly what it did from almost every resident in Corvo.

Except Blaze.

She was a loaner for this reason. She liked what others didn't, and she knew that there was pain, hardship, and war all over the world. Not only did she know of it. She recognized it, and that is what made her a perfect target.