Dreaming Reality

Welcome to my book site... I plan to finish by the end of May or beginning of June.

Grey Sanders TM

Grey Sanders TM
A Mark Left By Me

Saturday, April 21, 2007

Does This Make Sense To You?

Do the following paragraphs make sense to you?
The cremation was to be scheduled May 10th, a Saturday. It had been a week since Ryan had been released from the hospital, and even though he should feel better, the slight blurriness of conscience was still lingering in the vicinity of Ryan’s many emotions. The fact that his last living relative was no longer living, but on a stone slab at the undertaker’s.
He only had one thing to look forward to. This was just a minor thing to look forward to, and he was wondering if he was even looking forward to it anymore. He had been looking for a good friendship, a sincere friendship. Moving in with his current best friend could strengthen the friendship, or it could brutally and unmercifully slaughter it.

First Paragraph

Forty-five days had passed since the accident. Forty-five days of suffering, with 3 less friends to help him through it. It had been 45 days since all the innocent lives had been lost, except one. One life was saved, and Ryan was wondering why it was his life. Why not Jen’s or Zach’s? Why not the 5 year-old boy’s sitting in front of him? These questions were buzzing in Ryan’s head, and he was having a difficult time going to sleep, but he was used to it. For the past 45 nights he couldn’t sleep. Ryan did not sleep that night, and when the alarm went off at 7:00, he was not to enthusiastic about getting up. Forty-five days ago he might have been happier.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Please Disreagard

This was a messup post.

Welcome

Welcome to the Dreaming Reality blog page. Here you will be kept up to date on my story, and how it is developing. The plot is a complete mistery. The only thing I will tell you for now is that it is the story of what happends after a young boy lives through a terrible accident.

Code of the words

Code of the words
My Story...

A Blurred Glance

A Blurred Glance
This is a blurred glance at me...