Hell Yeah!

good bye, writers block!!

my writers block just up and left. granted, what it revealed was not something to do with the story i was writing, but a whole new story idea.

this idea is amazing!! @#$%&!!!

so, here's the beginning:

I’ve got this… thing with the wind.

I can hear it. It talks to me.

You see, that’s the thing most people don’t realize; the wind is alive.

It’s a spirit, a “lost soul” if you will, and I’ve always been able to hear it, talk to it.

It talks to most people, believe it or not. It’s their “imaginary friend”.

But as people get older, they start to dismiss it, to not believe what they’re hearing is true, is real.

And so the wind stops talking to them. Life moves on.

But not for me. I refused to dismiss it, to believe what people say. Why? Because I listen, and because the wind told me it was lonely. Well, I was lonely too. So I talked to it, listened, and I still do.

Whenever I got bullied, the wind would tell me something about the bully, something that was muttered to the wind and left to hang. I would use that something, stop them from hurting me with cruel words.

But one day, the wind stopped.

I woke up, and there were no whispers, no talking. The wind was silent.

This is the story of how I saved the wind.

what do you think? amazing or what??

Snow, out!