This my work I did for literature class. Here is a little part to get going: It was a windy spring's eve. The flowers that just recently had flourished were desperately holding on to their leaves, and the green trees stood tall and proud and sang as the breeze brushed through them. A deer had greeted itself with a small grass tuft that had stayed hidden in the winter snow. It was not only the deer that greeted something familiar this day, for on top of the hill, near the old graveyard gates stood an old man observing his surroundings. He knew this place very well, for he had lived here once, but that was long ago.

❝ Once a fanboy, always a fanboy. ❞ They said. ❝ No. ❞ I said. ❝ Just once a fanboy... ❞ | 2016 |