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HEY GUYS!

wait I just realized that I already told you.

Actually, I’ve just realized, there is no ‘you.’ There is nobody reading this but me. Me, refreshing the page about five billion times so that the page view numbers go up.

-.- pathetic.

 

ANYHOW.

I’m reading it regularly now, and it’s a pretty big book, and I’m taking small doses per diem, a diurnal reading (look my vocabulary’s already so updated) (yes I said updated).

And it’s really not that bad.

Actually it’s sort of not really slightly just a bit not that bad.

Okay yeah I’d like to tell you all that it’s actually a fun book now.

Hey, I’m getting used to classics!

Oh and by the way, I’m obsessed with Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card. You’ve missed that because I haven’t posted here in a really long time, but I REALLY WANT YOU TO READ IT.

Dang it there’s no ‘you.’

 

Anyhow, anyone who’s reading this right now, read ENDER’S GAME BY O. S. CARD.

 

Okaythankbye.

Wait not bye.

 

And I’m not allowed to read Ender’s Game because I’m reading too much.

 

OKAY MY BROTHER WANTS ME TO GO AND WATCH AVATAR. BYE.

STORY IDEA DING DING DING!

So, I was at Washington D. C. for a field trip, and it was lots of fun. One of the places we went to was the Tomb of the Unknown Soldiers, which is guarded by the soldiers, full with the 21 steps and 21 seconds and whatnot. You can research that on your own free time.

Well, the gist of it is, there are three unidentified US soldiers who have died in war and whose bodies have been found. They are buried in Washington D. C. and are guarded by the soldiers.

While we were watching the Ceremony of Changing of the Guards, an idea came to my mind. It was a stupid, random idea. It was a story idea. Because we had recently seen the Avengers in 3-D, in the movies, the whole spy/adventure-aura was going about me. And as I saw those solemn soldiers giving up their time guarding the three tombs, I thought to myself,

What if they aren’t real?

It was a rashly thought out thought. It was absurd. But it came to my mind, all the same, and the more I thought about it, the more the story grew, and the more interesting it became to me.

In fact, what if those men lying in the tombs—what if they weren’t US soldiers?

What if they’re spies from other countries, disguised as a US soldier and died in the act?

And what if the real reason the soldiers are guarding the tombs are because those men probably have some top secret information hidden in them that might reveal US secrets?

What if we’re serving the enemy, honoring the enemy?

The more I thought about it, the awesomer it became.

 

Okay that’s the end of my story idea. Just sort of popped into my head during the ceremony. Sorry, unknown soldiers. You’re probably true American heroes. Sorry for doubting your genuinity. If that’s a word.

 

TY A HAND!