Why?

Why? Why are we alive? What is our point in life? Is our main purpose to invent stuff or play video games? Why do are we encouraged to get good grades in school? WHAT IS LIFE? This was the life-long question I have running through my head. Every day I go to school thinking we are trained to do this. I think we are just human robots running around doing the same thing again and again from getting new crushes to getting completely drunk. This is just one of the many thoughts that run through kids. But in deeper understanding at a higher level, there is something else that we don't see. We don't see that life is short. We don't see that we can all do something we want. We don't see that our lives are full of memories  waiting to be kindled again. We don't see that people don't program lives and that we see that we make our lives. Our future, our fate, are all in our hands. In my old school, our principal used to say our future is in our hands. No one knew what the hell that meant in our elementary school. That's because people don't believe that we make our lives successful. We only believe in how to get over one exam and relax. To answer your question, life is what you make it. Life is all up to you. You write your story of life. Relive your memories, experience life at your fullest. We don't what happens when we die. We don't know if we got to heaven or hell or nowhere.Just work hard and your "life's"  successes will be forever known. Life is you.                                                                                                            Derpidooo-Viggy

Duked Ch.1

One day there was a man. This man's name was Duke but he was known as the ONE. I will explain this later. This young man was only 13 years old and he was a magic warrior. The only bad thing was: he didn't know this. He was an orphan who had been taken in by an ugly mean family. Sound familiar? This is not Harry Potter,just saying. So,anyways this evil family treated him very bad and he was very annoyed. Meanwhile, their 13-year-old daughter, Jessie,  was very well-treated. She got all the presents and fame from her parents, Tom Stone and Tulip Stone.  Tom and Tulip found Duke in an abandoned car. They took him in and he slept under their bed. Now Duke was sleeping in his own room: inside a closet. The Stones were very rich and smart. But they were greedy for fame and fortune. To save money, Duke's clothes were made out of potato sacks instead of cloth. One sad April morning someone knocked down the door. The Stones were frightened as a short man walked in with a nametag saying his name was Nock. And Nock was not very happy. This was mainly concluded because Nock was holding a long silver club and a very mad face.