As a writer, you should be able to explain small things with little significance, with many words to make them interesting and big, important things, without saying much at all, but still being able to keep their value. When I was in middle school I decided to keep a diary to practice my skills as a writer. This way I'd be forced to explain dull days intricately and bright days without overkilling them. Of course, I never got around to doing so since I always thought diaries were girly things about the cute boys and evil bitches at school. But now I don't think it would be all that bad, considering, as a writer, I want my own skills to grow and the only way to nurture them would be through daily practice. So I decided to challenge myself: one page a day for a year, no matter what or how the day is. (of course, I already realize this attempt is futile since composition books only have 100 pages) I still cannot, however, bring myself to call you diary (due to my so-called 'male dignity') so you will just be called: book.
(since I used half of today's page already, there's not much I can say for this day)
My name is Roxas Strife. I'm 15 years old. I aspire to become a novelist, if that wasn't already obvious. I suppose, book, that that is all there really is to me. I'm not a very interesting person and not much happens to me. (I'm now beginning to think this whole book thing will be quite difficult and boring to say the least) Either way, book, today is the first day of the last semester of my first year in high school. After school I stopped at the convenience store and actually stared at you long enough for a worker to ask if I was doing okay. When I had realized I had spent all of twenty three minutes debating on whether or not to do this whole book thing, I picked you up, paid the better half of what had been in my wallet for you, and headed home. Which brings us to where we are now: on my bed with nothing more to say.
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a/n: hello!
to new readers, welcome to 100 Pages.
a few things to know before you get started: 100P based of off Roxas's daily writings in a journal. therefore, the chapters are short as if written in a notebook. also, some chapters are cut off as if he had run out of room and moved onto another page.
another thing is the chapter titles. they look like this PAGE(number)(letter). the number is, obviously, what page is being used. the letter is the day.
(s-sunday,m-monday,t-tuesday,w-wednesday,h-thursday,f-friday,a-saturday)
fair warning, this story is dumb and frustrating, but people seem to like it.
there is a tumblr for updates and questions. there you may ask any characters any question.
be sure to check it out as there are things revealed that is never told in the story.
100pages[dot]tumblr[dot]com
to old readers, welcome to the edited version on 100P.
i hope that you find the time to read 100P a second time before you get into Falling.
the story was cleaned up and little details were fixed (ie: at first, Roxas's art teacher mysteriously changed genders and Roxas apparently had short term memory loss because he'd do/say the same things weeks apart (its hard to keep track of 100 chapters))
as i started writing Falling, i noticed all these errors and was able to go back and fix them.
same as the new readers, i hope that you visit the tumblr again and read the q&a's as they have some interesting things that you may want to know