I'm not sure this really counts are writing... but whatever.
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I don’t want my life to be like the story of the Cryptozoologist.
Honestly, I’m intrigued by stories like that; slight randomness, lots of insinuation and not a lot of flat out answers. They make my imagination run, and I make up sub-stories while I’m reading.
But this ending, annoyed me; in reality, it more than annoyed me, but less than infuriated me. What did the two plastic five gallon buckets half filled with apples have to do with it? Was it Wayne Lee, or a Skunk Ape? Or did it have something to do with her dying, or was she dreaming? And what did the Secret Agent Dude want?
I don’t want my life to be full of questions, I want a least a few answers. I don’t want my life a bunch of random, gloomy events; I want a least a little order. I don’t want my life to happen by default, but I do want to make the best of what does happen like Rose did.
I don’t know where this “response” is going, and that’s what I didn’t like about the story. So I guess I’ll end this by saying, I actually really enjoyed reading it, even if it was a bit depressing and had a ridiculous ending. Haha
I think I need to get back in the swing of this writing.
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I wrote this last night... so I'm going to try to write some more today :)
