Genre: Literary Fiction
About chloefork
Location: Richmond, VIrginia
Age:17
Favorite novels: stuff Sara gives me, Crooked
Favorite writers: Peirs Anthony, Dan Brown, and other people
Favorite music: indie, rock, techno, Doo Wop, 60s, 70s, 80s, old skool rap
Non-noveling interests: airplanes, kites, harmonica, catapults, running, wandering around, puns, fellow humans
Joined date: Octubre 10, 2007
NaNoWriMo posts: 1
NaNoWriMo buddies: 3
To Be Revealed
an excerpt
“Not my problem, you can have it if you want for temporarily going to school” I hop off my skateboard and start running as Abby climbs up on my four wheeled board. We move along with the wind rippling behind up as we disturb the airwaves with our radical movement. My muscles twitch in their well rehearsed rhythm of movement, propelling me forward with a force. I am slowed down by my backpack but I want to reach out and touch the flame where the streets have no name and run until I don’t know where I am, where the streets have no meaning to me, where I am lost in a world of information overload, where technology is around every corner and I am lost in my own devices because I did this of my own will and I did it on purpose to run this long and far. Until I can go on no further and my legs are burning, maybe I will have a compass, maybe I will acquiesce to that middle convenience that no one uses anymore because we thing we know everything or have the methods to find out everything when in reality if we are striped of our crap or our gadgets what do we have but ourselves and out friends. With all the events going on in this world the least we can do is have loyalty in our friends and expect them to have loyalty in us. Not having a compass, in my opinion is the ultimate reflection of ignorance in our society because if you know everything scholarly in the world, but don’t know which direction you are going in metaphorically and literally, then knowing where you are going doesn’t matter. The least you can do is know what compass direction you are going if you know nothing else, or else no one will ever accomplish much with their life that lasts for but a blink of an eye in the history of the universe and time. Our lives are so insignificant, our only hope it to pursue what brings us happiness to fill our short times on this earth with meaning.
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