A story with no name, by: no one
<br /> I stare at a blank page with no idea or intent to write anything on it. I tap my finger slowly on my table hoping for any idea to come to my brain so that I may write somthing. An idea strikes me, the idea is nothing. I begin to write "The simple idea of nothing is fascinating and for the most part abstract. Please picture this with me. There has never nothing. There has always been sound, movement or anything happening. And even after death there is a large debate if there is nothing, or the large possibility of everything." "No, that's not enough." I mutter to myself while erasing the words on the page until they are completely fadded. My thoughts begin to race and I begin to imagine what the world was like berfore me. I put my pencil back on to the paper and begin to write once more. "The world before me is non existent, at least for me. There are many many things that predice me and you the reader. There has been both been bad a good things before I existed, but that can also be said for the time after I came into this world. Before me, existed thousands of years of wars and death. But on the contrary the has been kindness in people's hearts and joy. One example of this occours in the first World War in 1914, when a man started to sing a Christmas song then othetners joined in until both sides of the trenches where to different ethnicitys like beagan to all sing. Soon after this the two sides climbed out of there trenches and began to play a game of soccer. (In my opinion a much friendlyer war.)" Soon after this I erase the page again unsatisfied. I decided to leave the page blank and let it become a story with no name.