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
|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,
Waits, and will not go away;
Till at length the burden seems
And we stand from day to day,
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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.)
Feedback will be lovingly responded to at: