She was finished with stories. Finished with her silly and brutal stories. It didn't matter anymore anyway. All the stories that she wrote: the stories of love, of hate, of deals gone wrong, of sudden deaths, and of re-births. All the gothic horror and the all the divine comedy. She was done with that. It had gone on too long and now it was time to move on. This time, things would be different. She'd be really free at last. She could go where she wanted to go and do what she wanted to do. If only she knew how. How to make the new beginning begin. How to get on with her life. How to continue from all of the previous pages.

Stumble It!