I wasn’t sure how to start this story at first; most stories usually just come to me as I go along. It’s kind of like playing the piano, as آپ put مزید notes together it eventually becomes a song. So I figured I’d write what I was thinking at the time, so here it is. As an مصنف it’s my work and I won’t let anyone say it’s bad یا pointless. Most people can be awfully critical of other peoples work, it’s not always because they are jealous یا cynical people. Perhaps they just don’t understand the meaning in the story, that’s okay; the story only needs to make sense to the author. What I’m writing now is not a work of fiction; some may say it’s rather pointless. Authors are often told that they will never be مقبول enough to make a living, so we get a job, who cares. We don’t usually get our first book, story, poem یا song published right away; In that case we will come back اگلے year. Creativity and imagination are gifts few people possess. Authors of any kind have the special few with these gifts. We are artists in our own way. We are the people speaking the truth through paper and pens; we create dreams and pave roads for younger generations. We inspire, we اقدام forward. We are AMAZING. If آپ are an مصنف be proud, you’re the one who is really going to make a difference.
"no" Kyle said. "I'm so sorry."
"What for? آپ were always there for us, what else could آپ have done?" James said.
"I could've been مزید of a brother, instead of your leader." Kyle کہا and looked at his brother.
"But then what would I have gotten angry at آپ for then?" James کہا they smiled at each other.
"Take care of them.Kyle said, " Kyle croaked, "Please?" James nodded "I will." James wanted to say dont go یا something, but he knew it was time. "I'll be watching you, hot-head." he said.
James looked down and didn't speak.
"I wish it were different to." Kyle told him. James hugged Kyle tightly, "Say hi to mum for me"
"I will, bye" Kyle cried on James' shoulder and he cried on Kyle's. "To let آپ know, I do need you."
"Your a funny kind of brother, aren't you!?" Kyle whispered. "Goodbye." کہا James.
"Look under my bed, remember Sheila" his eyelids growing heavy. "James. آپ couldn't have stopped this"
"What do I do without you?" James asked.
"Live on"
"What for? آپ were always there for us, what else could آپ have done?" James said.
"I could've been مزید of a brother, instead of your leader." Kyle کہا and looked at his brother.
"But then what would I have gotten angry at آپ for then?" James کہا they smiled at each other.
"Take care of them.Kyle said, " Kyle croaked, "Please?" James nodded "I will." James wanted to say dont go یا something, but he knew it was time. "I'll be watching you, hot-head." he said.
James looked down and didn't speak.
"I wish it were different to." Kyle told him. James hugged Kyle tightly, "Say hi to mum for me"
"I will, bye" Kyle cried on James' shoulder and he cried on Kyle's. "To let آپ know, I do need you."
"Your a funny kind of brother, aren't you!?" Kyle whispered. "Goodbye." کہا James.
"Look under my bed, remember Sheila" his eyelids growing heavy. "James. آپ couldn't have stopped this"
"What do I do without you?" James asked.
"Live on"