I recently opened up a story that I wrote during my first year of college. The story is called “Purple Converse” and it describes the life of a man named Tom struggling with depression. Tom meets a woman named Grace whom helps him get out of the depression.
I wrote the story originally because I was home sick from living at school. I wanted to get away from reality and relax in order to cure myself of the home sickness.
I did not edit this at all from the time I “completed” it back in my first year of college. I put that in quotes because it does not really have an ending; I just ended it when I was no longer home sick and didn’t need to be in that fictitious world.
Anyway, without further introduction, here it is:
Here is the joke of the day:
Why is there a fence around a cemetery?
Because people are dying to get in.