The Best of Times

No set character profiles. I'm not responsible for any of the story's plot. I'll write as much as I can, and we'll see where it goes.

Does everyone in this world only exist because there was a plan for them?

I don't believe that!

How could God know where everyone wants to go today, or what they want to do?

I'll write about fleeting splendor however I feel, with no outline, no synopsis, and no character bios.

I'll write wherever the story takes me, and it might get abandoned at any time. I'm not being the least bit willful.

It's fine if I slack off every now and then, right?

If you want to hear me tell a story, come take a seat here and rest for a while.

If you don't want to read it, just click the button in the upper right. Thank you!

Please, I beg you.

Don't scold me! Don't scold me! Don't scold me!

Bad people can't see me! Bad people can't see me! Bad people can't see me!

Theme: Fleeting splendor and dreams are two sides of the mirror of life.