Well....what can i say, right now i'm at home, i got no job yet (i said YET, it means that i'm still searching, so don't try to criticize me - and i know what i'm doing!). Anyway, so since i'm at home all the time...well...not really, almost all the time i guess...so my job at home is to find anything, any job that need doing...in other word...i've become sort of...er...house-maid? (house-man?) well sort of the work a house-maid do but in this case a man did it...so...there...that's what i do now. Yeah you can say its boring but hei...i like it, i'm not even sure why that is...but still i like it...anyway, that's not all...since i got a lot of time (when i say a lot here i mean a lot as in a lot), i also use the time to write a story... well...what type you say?....hmm...let me see...i'm thinking about writing paranormal story but then paranormal alone is not that exciting....i think (that's my opinion anyway)...so i decided to do a mixture and i ended up i guess with paranormal-romance adventure (i'm not sure if i can accomplished this but i'll try...) and so far i've written 3 chapters....and well if you really want to read it (the story i mean) or some part of it....then check this out....(i've got the title of the story already but i won't display it for now...)

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"Gareth...love...can you hear me?"

"Gareth..."

Joanne?

"Gareth...darling..."

It was her! Gareth couldn't believe it. He thought he couldn't see her again, he thought he'd never ever meet her again, but now...she's there and she was calling his name. He looked around him, through the thickening mist that rose from the crystal clear river flowing smoothly under the wooden bridge where he was standing, trying ti pinpoint the source of her voice, trying to locate her from amongst the dense trees and canopies with leaves of different shades of green, that surrounded the bridge.

"Joanne?" he called out, glancing through the mist left and right.

Damn mist. He cursed. The mist was getting thicker thus making his search for her more difficult. Not only that, the mist also obscured his vision to only a mere few feet in front of him. Then again, the mist was not only the problem, his spectacles also caused him another problem. The lenses kept on fogging, that is to say that water droplets kept on sticking to the lenses, and every time it happened, he had to pull his spectacles off from his face and rubbed the lenses to dry onto his shirt sleeve.

"Gareth..."

"Joanne, where are you?" he called back, from the exact same spot he'd been standing, rubbing his hand together, trying to warm himself from the cold that started to seep into his skin deep into his bones. "I can't see you, the mist too thick!"

Gareth waited for her reply but when she didn't, he decided to call for her again. However, before her name could barely escaped his lips; he was hit in the chest with what felt like a lightning strike. scarcely able to register what had happened, and with his breath suddenly knocked out of him, he staggered backward, hit the opposite railing of the bridge and fell headfirst into the river...

To be continue....

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There...that's part of the story, oh...before you comment, remember this one important point...i'm just an amateur....and i like to write story...it's what i like to do....

Well then, until next time...(",)