The History Freak

Hey guys i’m writing a written adaptation of Anatolia Story, Red River I call it, manga. This is purely to experiment wwith my writing and to provide something nice to read. I am not claiminng the story was wriiten by me. I am tweeking the story a little, by going into each character’s head a little more. I’d appreciate it if u guys would checks it out I hav eit by chapters thanks:)

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August 17th, 2012

The thoughts of everlasting joy fill the dark corners of my mind. Whenever it rains, I think of the clear northern sky. Whenever my mother weeps, I think of her beautiful smile. Whenever I fail, the thoughts of triumph will always push me. THey told me I was weak. They told me I was selfish. They told me I was nothing and they told me I would always fail. I could never wish for something, I wouldn’t allow myself the pain of reaching the end. I wanted to avoid the sorrow, to avoid the typhoon that invades every human in their darkest hour. I was running away.

Now with every step, breath, and sweat I have wasted in the flight, there was no avoiding the crushing realization of my forboding hour. Oh do not fear, for I was in no physical pain, but i would rather had preferred it. Shame. Fear. Dread. And suffering. That is what plagues me now my comrades. I do indeed suffer. The memories of the actions, and events that have infected me are impossible to wash away even with all the cheering of the world. You see my readers I have a confession to make. It is not only the fact that my most beloved suffers that plagues me, but also my damaged pride.

But even in my abyss I come to u all in the hope that I can find a glimmer of light even when it looks like all hope is lost.