Hi. Welcome to here. This my friends, or new-found persons of unknown origins, is my site, fondly referred to as Woodville at times. It's really nothing more than me talking. You see I had this online journal thing, but then it got shut down so now I just post things here that you can read if you click on the Current link at the top of the page. Don't enjoy yourselves.
Feel free to look around. It's fairly simple to do. My mindless blatherings of the day can be found by clicking on the path of destruction. To see the wreckage of what was my life click on the wreckage. You can also read part of a thing I wrote on Death. Click on Lost Soul to learn a little about me.
I'm me. Too bad. Behold, the object of my desires -
Yes my friends, this is what I desired, but did not recieve for my birthday. Perhaps, one of you would like to buy it for me?(Hint Christine) Go here: http://www.4martialartssupplies.com/tcinterloopkungfu.html
*He looks around. Dazed, confused glances come from his wide eyes. A revelation. A sudden grin stretches across his shadowed face, his teeth appearing blindingly white against the darkness of the contours of his face. He brings his arms up from his sides where they had hung like dead weights. They come level with his shoulders and it seems he would gather the world into an embrace with how wide they stretch. He speaks.* Why, this is Woodville! Ah, welcome to Woodville!! *His arms drop. His grin seems to widen. He turns to face the setting sun, his back to those that came. He throws a glance over his shoulder with a snap grin. The grin seems to tease those that have come. Alluding to what could be had in following him. His eyes beckon them onwards. Begging them to trust him, to follow him into the unknown place called Woodville.* You coming? *He asks as he turns his face back to the horizon. His back to them he begins to trudge down the hill away from those that had come. The man, the place, the name all seem to drag those forward. Almost against their will they begin to follow. Senses of apprehension and nervous unknowing flit thru their minds chased away by feelings of excitement and curiosity. Welcome to Woodville.*
Woodville was a little short story kinda thingie that I wrote and I have to say is one of my favorite pieces for whatever reason. I hope to continue it some day. I just don't know what else to write. And now it has leant its name to this site. This site is me basically, just what has happened to me. Kinda like a journal. I'm one sorry human being, but oh well.
