Imagine the world a bit smaller

I still haven't figured out how to indent with blogs like these. It doesn't seem right that I can't just use the tab button. Oh well, life's still okay and all that.

I have plenty and more to do.

Um, I'm bad at this.

How bout a story?

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Once upon a time there was a clever and resourceful investigative reporter. She had many friends and went on wonderful and exciting adventures. One day, however, she went on an adventure and did not return.

Leaving the narrative to the reporter's dearest friend, the half mad fiction writer with no life.

This crazed writer character, (a blond female, about 5'6'') wandered through the wilderness; the swamps of Winny, the forests of Stres, and the mountains of Sumr Asynmens. One day, she was in one of the many similarly named forests, when she heard a voice calling her, from the heavens above.

"Hey you! Why don't you do something with your free time besides bumming on virtual pet sites and hoping that somebody will actually text you back for once!"

"My," the anonymous writer said, "perhaps this is a good idea."

So she came to that quiet place in the woods, you know the one, where you always go to escape your family and various annoying friends? The place where you go to think? To sort things out?

And that's where she stayed.

And that's why she's writing this.

To be continued?

I don't know.