the feral boy and the daughter of the bearded lady met on the boardwalk and fell in love. they spent the day eating sugar and trading nickels for kisses. after a few hours of feeding peanuts to the mermaids the sun had gone down and a thousand paper moons came out. they pooled together their kissing money to have a photograph taken of them. ‘so i can always see your funny face’ they said.
i wrote a little story a few weeks ago and now am staring to work on character development to go with it. once i get that down, i’ll move on to scenery. i”m taking my time with this one because i love the story and i want it to look great.
as you can see for now, it will involve a boy and ghosts and war, but that’s not all. i’m thinking of making the ghosts a lot darker than the usual cliché white ghosts. we shall see if it sticks.