Of course you aren't. You don't exist, I made you up.
Miss bossy doesn't seem to realize her precious empty journal has gone missing. I left this book hidden in my room for a few days. I felt that I had destroyed it's beauty with my first writings. But what's done is done. This book is mine now, and may as well continue with the scribble that is my writing.
There is the knocking again, does she ever stop with the constant calling. I must attend to the hippo again. Hopefully I can continue here.
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The Ktathi Journals
When I write, I mentally can experience everything I write about. I can see it, hear the sounds and feel the gentle breezes or tormenting storms. This journal is for me to better know my characters and their stories.
Life is not about how to survive the storm, but how to dance in the rain.