To stand upon a flat surface on the earth and not a few incheshigher then you need to. We understand and under appreciate what you gothru, period. But...that being said, many of us would rather be like youthen like us. Our hearts go out to you.This is my story, a story of identity. I started out writing a fantasyshort story, because that's what I like to read. But instead it keptgetting longer and getting deeper in to myself. I realized at some point Iwas writing about my life. So I broke it down. Again, as soon as he neared the creature his arms felt guided where and how to attack. The creature took a swipe at him with its massive clawed fist but somehow the sword parried the blow and again he felt the blade dig into its flesh. He looked up and saw the creature's hand, almost severed and bleeding black tar like ooze onto the floor. Wherever the tar landed was instantly melted into a glowing red pool of magma.A loud crash diverted Bedwyr's attention for a split second. A beam that had. "What are you looking so smug about?"It was Ginger. She'd stopped what she was doing the quiz her mother-in-law and sister-wife."Oh, nothing, dear. I'm just contemplating the state of affairs." Any affair in particular, you thinkin' about?" Right now, not really. A little bit ago, my granddaughter and her happiness, if you must know." Are you pushing her at that man?" Ginger asked outright."Sweetie, open your eyes. I didn't have to even nudge her. You can see she's smitten. I would be surprised. I got a bit late in reaching college due to traffic, and found all the seats in the bus full. None of my friends had kept a seat for me. Suddenly, I saw a hand at the last seat of the bus – it was Arohi! She asked me to come at the back as there was room for one person. I was reluctant to sit at the last seat as I feel like vomiting due to constant jerks. I requested her to give me the window seat, and she agreed. I adjusted my luggage and She just gave me enough space to fit myself. She was.