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Use my stories to help you and if you have never even written before,
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heartbreak point when you havn't got an idea what your talking about.
The fanfic reader is a very inportant part of burgoning writers and I
and we learn greatly from reveiws of all kinds. It is a free country yes,
But You readers that reply just to sting our blossoming minds and clip our
creative wings, What gives YOU the right to stunt us? One word, Slander!
New writers, WRITE, WRITE WRITE!!!! No one has the right to take your thrill
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Yer ol' pal
The Bud.
" The End of Infinity"
Ah, tis such a lovely day in Muir today. Ye can hardly tell by the
outside tha there tis muy love dieing o the legacy virus in tha'
old building o brick and grey wood. Moira. Ah how me heart longs to
cover her face in butterfly kisses and hold her body tight.
Even when we were apart, I loved her something furious. I thought
I could even live wi'out her over in tha' States but I was more wrong
in that than snow in Flordia summers. I look down at the craiggy rocks
an' I feel like me soul was shredded on them. I remember a country song
I heared in Nashville, " She Can't Be Really Gone." My tha' does
fit how I'm feeling. Tis' on that tape my dear Moira had presented me
with on Christmas morn. She never did understand me music tastes an'
I never understood how she drank that oil slick she calls coffee. But,
those things are what keeps ye loving someone. Lord in heaven I love her.
An' now, just when we refound eachother, she's tha' one leaving. Hank say's
she's got a good week left, and I had to go casket buying yesterday. Tis all
too depressing. I have seen "resurrections" in the past wi' The X-Men,
But they weren't really "gone" ither. Every breath she takes grows shorter
and every move and step is killing her. I watch her contenue to work
for a cure, when she should be sleeping. She knows it can't help her
but she spends her last drop of energy helping others. Tis' just like
my Moira. I feel so lost. Without her, what will life be like?
I needta keep going though. Moira would expect nay less o me.