I am retiring from writing. It has been fun and toi guys enjoyed what I write, but my imagination seems to run low. I have no plus 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 écriture for toi guys and I l’amour hearing what toi guys say about them. It breaks my cœur, coeur to tell toi this. But it has been a dit and done. I am keeping my précédant stories up so toi guys can still enjoy them because they are my last ones.
With school, sports, clubs and a soon-to-be job, I just don't have the time. I will miss it. toi guys will probably protest but I will have to stop toi there. I will probably write when I have free time, which I have to plan because of my tight schedule. I hope toi guys will understand this. I don't like disappointing toi guys. Just enjoy what I have previously written. I am actually crying as I am typing this.
Love,
Kaitlyn
P.S If any of toi guys live in Maryland and so happen to be in Harford County, I applied to Regal Cinemas in Bel Air. So toi 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.
toi shouldn't go near any woods ou 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. toi 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.
toi shouldn't go near any woods ou 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. toi might be one of them.
