The rumor that he was sad was aggravating to my brother. Troy was an unsuspecting jock. He had the whole hockey team on his side and when one of the nerds would cross their paths, Troy was expected to pay a humorous tribute to them. And the nerd who decided to cross their path outside the ice gym that day was his crush's little brother, Adam. Now Adam and Troy got along and even sometimes hung out after school. But on his way to math class, Adam needed the bathroom next to the ice gym. And here they were, in all their glory, the reigning hockey team at Salt Lakes High.
4 years ago
If I was a writer, I wouldn't mind staying up all night in my library, hidden from society but enveloped in a mirage of literary worlds. The shelves will be overflowing, breaking at the seams with words begging to be read and brought to life by the imagination. I'll be inspired, fed by the imaginary sphere of writers whose legacies went before me. I'll write and study and write some more of distant lands beyond the see-able universe, of a man who travels the dimensions and falls in love with Woman of the Wind, of a girl who can sing her heart's desires into being but mistakenly casts away her ability and searches the world over for it, of a whale who dreams of becoming a little mouse only to find how unsatisfactory it is to have to scurry on little limbs. And when I'm done with those, I'll write of normal things like rain on a tin roof, watermelon in a garden, and airplanes in the sky. There will be endless things to conjure up, there will always be more to say ...
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