Dragoonzia

Route 15, Brun Way, was next on the list to travel through. It was a rather dreary place to be honest. Fallen leaves made up the roads as if no one cared about the proper stone paths underneath. Crumbling old stone buildings were around every corner. Delinquents and frankly unsavory people shambled about and every stare she got made Rallis uncomfortable. She wanted to get out of here quickly. Zipping her way through made her end up in the next town, Dendemille Town. To Rallis, it was just another spot on the map, a rest stop. She needed to move on to the next big town, a Gym town. And it was rather cold here, light snow falling down to frost

Through pen and paper I find my escape. Just as one can read or play to run from reality, so can you write. You can write about fantasy, or science, or studies, or maybe even reality, the thing you seek to escape from. Through pen and paper stories unfold, even if we don't want to read them. Pen and paper let one walk in the shoes of another, though there are some shoes we aren't meant to be in or simply can not fit in. I wonder if someone can fit in the shoes of my pen and paper's story? Would anyone want to? Don't presume to know something about a person until their story is clearly written. Everyone has their own struggles to deal with,