THE BOY WITH STRINGS

AN/ this is my first fanfiction ever. im so exited to finaly get an acount and an idea. please i want any ideas on ways to impruve my self. i apoligize whole hartedly, for i do not have spell check and im a very bad speller. if / when you deside to review if you wanna it would be great if you told me what i spelled wrong so that i can impruve. this is only the begining and there will be more soon but my computer is like dead. ENJOY!

The creator looked fondly down apon the table on wich a chess bord lays. Unlike regulare games the pieses moved on thier own. like life, each piese had a status, the pons at the bottom, and the queen at the top. They listened to directions from their betters, and they worked hard for little or nothing of value. There are two sides, the white pieses and the black pieses, the light and the dark, the good and the evil. Not unlike some people in this world, there are the stubern few. They rebel agenst tasks and demands given to them by the more powerful. They choose their own destinies and becom their own person. For some their desitions will lead them to serten disruction. Others will reach great hights. But their is no way of telling what will happen.

The creator was quite pleased to see that the world was in balence. The black qween had been taken out by a small pon. the pon was favored by the two white knights. Those two peises had been taken by the black qween in an atemped to protect the small pon. But it was the pons turn now and it leaped fearsly on top of the qween, but insted of redusing the piese into a small pile of dust, like what had happend to the foolish knights and many others befor them, the evil qween bent at an odd angle and squished into its self. the creator had never seen this happen befor, and it had been a long time in wich the white pieses seemed to make pease with the black. Curiouse, the creator examend the small pon. in wonder as to how the very weekest of the whites was able to , so it seemed, destoy the most powerful of the black pieses. The creator noticed that their was a small bit of black stuck in the top of the pon and chuckled. This small piese of marble was in for a rough the pon with the tips of his fingers he reached for his twezers, then pulled slowly, bringing the bit of black with it.

when finished he placed the pon back down on the bored and continued to wach.