Closing time, open all the doors and let you out into the world...

Things change. And it sucks.

But ye live through it.

I think one day, everything will be alright again.

We’ll all get back together and stop being normal and go back to having fun.

The world will stop mattering.

Ye know what’s funny?

They built the institute to escape.

They wanted to be different.

They wanted the world to stop mattering.

So they built their place and hid inside, and bonded and had adventures.

And then real life had to intrude.

They suddenly grew up.

There were boys, and g.irls, and heartbreaks and fights and misunderstandings and lots and lots of s.hit.

And now, after all that, some of them want to escape again.

But it’s gone.

There’s no one left to write.

Not even me.

Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end...

Thank you for reading my stories over the years. I appreciated all comments and criticisms received, and I believe I grew not only as a writer, but as a person because of them. I'm sorry I lost my love of writing somewhere along the way, and these stories in my head will never fully be told. Please feel free to poke around here, or over on MarauderFan4Ever's profile where we share another story, or even on that silly website

Thank you, and good night,

BURN THE RUM (now more commonly known as btr2272)