Disclaimer: I do not own "Mobile Suit Gundam Wing"... But if the owner ever gets tired of his/her multi millions, I will GLADLY take it off your hands! hehehe :D
In this story, I inserted a poem of mine (Is Life). When I loaded this poem up before, I got band from the site. So, if you have ANY problem, tell me in a review or in an E-Mail to my address: "gamer@orangeday.net". Thank You and enjoy.
NOTES:
*(#)* Means there is a note at the bottom of the page about that part of the story.
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CHAPTER ONE
~As Heero Yuy stood on the grassy hill overlooking the Mobile Suit factory with a detonator armed and ready in his hand, a poem came to him to him, from out of know were.~
Is Life worth living,
Is Life worth dieing?
Is life truthful,
Or is it mostly lying?
Is Life what we all think it is,
All that we see out our front door?
Is Life on this earth,
All there is to live for?
Is Life as ruff as you think,
Is Life going down the sink?
Or is life more,
More then you and I may think?
Is Life the schooling, the teaching,
The working, the reaching?
Reaching out for what is there,
The money, the fame, the glare?
I say to you not, to hurt or put down,
But what if life is more than what's around?
All will die, but only some REALLY live,
Living for more then money and what can be found!
I say to you not, to hurt or put down,
But is your life the life that you want written down?
I say unto you, go forth and around,
Make your life the life you want before entering the ground...
"Were did that come from?" he thought to himself as the detonator pulsed in his sweating hand, ready to destroy, destroy the building were countless man-killing mashines are designed and built.
~All the world around him was still and in silence except for...~
"Buddy! Come back!" a little girl shouted at her white and black shih-tzu as it ran toward Heero.
~Heero paused and looked down at the little puppy, who was now pawing at his leg.~
"Buddy, you dumb dog!" she said as she picked him up. "I'm sorry mister, Buddy is usually not this wild."
As Heero looked down at the girl and little dog, he thought to himself, "I always thought I fought for myself, to fight for MY cause. But now... Now I don't know. The poem, this girl... Is my life not what I thought it is?"
~As he continued to think alone these lines, he didn't see the girl run towards the factory, down the hill. As he stood therein deep thought, he never felt the bulky detonator slipped from his hand... As Heero stood in silence, the girl played, and the detonator hit the ground...~
*~*~*~* IN MEMORY OF MY FRIEND'S DOG, "Buddy", WAS 5 WEEKS OLD*~*~*~*
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*Writers Note's:
*Anything between "~~" means what is happening around at the time.
How was that? This is my version of a seen that I can't get out of my head.
Please be truthful in your reviews of my story...
You can also write to me at gamer@orangeday.net
-Hideki Motosuwa San, signing out.
In this story, I inserted a poem of mine (Is Life). When I loaded this poem up before, I got band from the site. So, if you have ANY problem, tell me in a review or in an E-Mail to my address: "gamer@orangeday.net". Thank You and enjoy.
NOTES:
*(#)* Means there is a note at the bottom of the page about that part of the story.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CHAPTER ONE
~As Heero Yuy stood on the grassy hill overlooking the Mobile Suit factory with a detonator armed and ready in his hand, a poem came to him to him, from out of know were.~
Is Life worth living,
Is Life worth dieing?
Is life truthful,
Or is it mostly lying?
Is Life what we all think it is,
All that we see out our front door?
Is Life on this earth,
All there is to live for?
Is Life as ruff as you think,
Is Life going down the sink?
Or is life more,
More then you and I may think?
Is Life the schooling, the teaching,
The working, the reaching?
Reaching out for what is there,
The money, the fame, the glare?
I say to you not, to hurt or put down,
But what if life is more than what's around?
All will die, but only some REALLY live,
Living for more then money and what can be found!
I say to you not, to hurt or put down,
But is your life the life that you want written down?
I say unto you, go forth and around,
Make your life the life you want before entering the ground...
"Were did that come from?" he thought to himself as the detonator pulsed in his sweating hand, ready to destroy, destroy the building were countless man-killing mashines are designed and built.
~All the world around him was still and in silence except for...~
"Buddy! Come back!" a little girl shouted at her white and black shih-tzu as it ran toward Heero.
~Heero paused and looked down at the little puppy, who was now pawing at his leg.~
"Buddy, you dumb dog!" she said as she picked him up. "I'm sorry mister, Buddy is usually not this wild."
As Heero looked down at the girl and little dog, he thought to himself, "I always thought I fought for myself, to fight for MY cause. But now... Now I don't know. The poem, this girl... Is my life not what I thought it is?"
~As he continued to think alone these lines, he didn't see the girl run towards the factory, down the hill. As he stood therein deep thought, he never felt the bulky detonator slipped from his hand... As Heero stood in silence, the girl played, and the detonator hit the ground...~
*~*~*~* IN MEMORY OF MY FRIEND'S DOG, "Buddy", WAS 5 WEEKS OLD*~*~*~*
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*Writers Note's:
*Anything between "~~" means what is happening around at the time.
How was that? This is my version of a seen that I can't get out of my head.
Please be truthful in your reviews of my story...
You can also write to me at gamer@orangeday.net
-Hideki Motosuwa San, signing out.