Benward's Story. I, "Benward James", grew up in a town where I had to hide in the sewers to avoid being killed. You wouldn't go a day without witnessing the stained blood soak an innocent civilian who had just popped to the store to buy some fertilizer. AR15 assault rifles, everywhere. We even wore noise-cancelling headphones in the shower so we couldn't hear the hails of fire. My Uncle Billy took me to a firing range every week he was in town and not on business. But at the range, all the instructors were shot by a hitman on the eve of my 50th visit. Uncle Billy committed suicide the next month, after he was sued for 400 bucks, all his money. You see, Uncle Billy did not believe in banks, he just ate his money so whenever he needed cash, he just went to the toilet. A week before his death, he hurled for hours nonstop. Not wanting to see his vomit, he flushed it down the toilet immediately, yet he was flushing his own cash. He was my only family. Mom and Dad were hit by a bus on my 3rd birthday. after he died, I just lived on my own, in a barber shop. Now, I'm 23 and FanFiction is all I have. I have a laptop, a bucket and a dead mouse. Last month, a kind man took me into his house, but I live in the attic, which only has a mattress, tatty clothes and raisins on the floor- oh not raisins. NOT RAISINS. Stupid mouse! I am fulfilling the legacy. I was born to write stories. Day and night. I may not live well, bu all I need is a brain, fingers, a laptop and an imagination to do what I was born to do, write. So you can catch the stories I'll be writing. First up, a 7-strong series based on a popular book/film. Catch it. And. Stay Smooth. Smooth. ( Benward James is a fictional character. This profile is made up. That fiction is a taster of the hardcore brilliance I will write. Stay Smooth.) |