Ok, so I've had this idea stuck in my head and I know I should be updating my other stories but until I get this out its the only think I will have on my mind so here's the prologue and I'll be typing after adding this so expect more soon. So armed with a laptop, (best and only soda I will drink), and a poptart, I shall type this new and odd story. I hope ya'll enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon-ball or Dragon-ball Z and sadly that world only exists in our minds, more reason not to come back to reality! :D
Prologue
The words engraved in the screen while the small line blinks in and out of existence, a petite woman sits at a computer, her auburn hair illuminated by the artificial light streaming from the screen. Taking a deep breath she begins to write:
"Time and time again I try to think of a way to phrase this, how to write all that I must down and not leave anything out;hours I spent sitting in this room, one character written on the screen, 1, such a simple thing that can represent so much, but in this instant it means beginning. Oh where to start something that is Life? From birth? From the parents? Or the parents birth? From where things change? Oh life is full of beginnings yet all we see is the end. It makes no sense but I guess that is just how the world is. But I'm not here to talk about the world for the most part, I just am here to talk about me. Well that sounds a bit selfish written out but its true, I am here to tell you about my life. It sounds boring but once you start you might not be able to stop so I warn you now, my life was full of sorrow and happiness, pain and achievement, loss and gain, and Love, so much love it hurts; and now, my life you shall life through the words of the person herself. These are the words of Suki."
The woman stopped and shook her head, "No this doesn't feel right." Tilting back in the chair she spotted paper and a pen. Taking them, she re-wrote what she had and shut the computer down. Opening the shades and throwing her window open, letting in the crisp morning air, and drinking in the smell of nature with a hint of approaching rain, Suki sat at her desk and began to write, letting her hands do the work while she re-lives every detail. Hands zoomed across the page, molding her story and letting it take on a life of it's own. As one more breeze flowed through the room and the sun graced the young woman's face, Suki couldn't help but smile.
I know its short but just be patient and more will be up soon. I'm trying different techniques every time I write and this one is what I learned in my Honors English class so expect mistakes and I love criticism because it can only make me better! Just if you are going to criticize please put more than just, it sucks or just give up or anything like that, I don't want flames but ways to make things better. Thanks!
-Ginger