We   All   Die  Virgins
by Jaime Lyn

Time flies.  Life is short.
What is a virgin but something left untouched?
Only we can let ourselves leave this world
without having ever really
experienced it.

UPDATED: 12/9/2002
And off I go on vacation!
Labor with what zeal we will, 
Something still remains undone, 
Something uncompleted still 
Waits the rising of the sun. 

By the bedside, on the stair, 
At the threshhold, near the gates, 
With its menace or its prayer, 
Like a medicant it waits; 

Waits, and will not go away; 
Waits, and will not be gainsaid; 
By the cares of yesterday 
Each to-day is heavier made; 

Till at length the burden seems 
Greater than our strength can bear, 
Heavy as the weight of dreams 
Pressing on us everywhere. 

And we stand from day to day, 
Like the dwarfs of times gone by, 
Who, as Northern legends say, 
On their shoulders held the sky. 

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 


Chapter 1 

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6 

Chapter 7 

Chapter 8

Chapter 9


Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16


Chapter 17  

Chapter 18

Chapter 19



This story is a work in progress, which means it will be updated with new chapters as I edit them.  I decided to post this story as a WIP because it gives me a chance to better interact with you guys, the readers.  (Meaning, if I get stuck with something and I need a slew of opinions, I know who to turn to.)
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