This one was started way back when, several years ago. It's a bunch of short, disconnected stories about this place (not in this chapter, this is just one of many). So, please read, review, and of course enjoy.
It's less fighting and stuff, yeah. Um...March. Yeah. Many of you probably can't pronounce it. The ch is kinda funny. I named him after King March from Welsh legend. If you can't say, call him Mark.
So, I've just rewritten this little blurb up here. No changes to the story. I've finally found a title, but since it was like midnight when I came up with it, I'm not sure how well it fits. It's a title, anyway. Please read and review!
A poem for school, it's supposed to be a lymric. Unfortunatly, when I was composing it, I felt a bit...morbid. So it's not a funny, witty poem. I was pretty lucky that it turned out John rymed with dawn. I'd have had problems otherwise. It was totally random!