I am retiring from writing. It has been fun and آپ guys enjoyed what I write, but my imagination seems to run low. I have no مزید ideas to put into stories. Another reason I have to stop is because I am soon to get a job (it's my first job) and I am waiting to get a call back. Soon as I get it, I'd be working on the weekends and I wouldn't have the time to write.
I enjoyed writing for آپ guys and I love hearing what آپ guys say about them. It breaks my دل to tell آپ this. But it has been کہا and done. I am keeping my گزشتہ stories up so آپ guys can still enjoy them because they are my last ones.
With school, sports, کلب and a soon-to-be job, I just don't have the time. I will miss it. آپ guys will probably protest but I will have to stop آپ there. I will probably write when I have free time, which I have to plan because of my tight schedule. I hope آپ guys will understand this. I don't like disappointing آپ guys. Just enjoy what I have previously written. I am actually crying as I am typing this.
Love,
Kaitlyn
P.S If any of آپ guys live in Maryland and so happen to be in Harford County, I applied to Regal Cinemas in Bel Air. So آپ might get a chance to see me.
P.P.S I am going through a Phantom of the Opera stage, so don't mind the pictures of a heart-broken Erik. Sorry about that.
Many, many years ago, there was a old farmer who lived on a farm with his wife and two kids. The old farmer would beat his wife and did even worse to his kids whenever he felt like it. He would drink at the same bar every nighand pick fights with other customers.
One night, the old farmer finally snapped. He went to the stable to grab an axe. He went back to the house and quietly walk into his own bedroom; He beheaded his wife. The thirst of blood and murder grew. He went to his son's room and chopped him into tiny pieces, which was scattered everywhere. Finally, he went into his daughter's room and gutted her.
As soon as he knew what he has done, the old farmer went to the stable and hung himself to death.
آپ shouldn't go near any woods یا a large wooded area and say "Madman Mars" loud enough to have him hear. They say that he is still wondering, looking people to kill. آپ might be one of them.
One night, the old farmer finally snapped. He went to the stable to grab an axe. He went back to the house and quietly walk into his own bedroom; He beheaded his wife. The thirst of blood and murder grew. He went to his son's room and chopped him into tiny pieces, which was scattered everywhere. Finally, he went into his daughter's room and gutted her.
As soon as he knew what he has done, the old farmer went to the stable and hung himself to death.
آپ shouldn't go near any woods یا a large wooded area and say "Madman Mars" loud enough to have him hear. They say that he is still wondering, looking people to kill. آپ might be one of them.
