UnseenBeauty22

Prolouge  This journal was found in the submarine, "Artinia", found in the northern Pacific in the year 2053. It was full of water and had the bones of what seemed to be human and a large dog. We're not sure of the identity of the author. Still, even with the words inside this journal, the existence of mermaids is unknown to the world.     May 19th, 2053  Last week, I was chosen out of over four thousand marine biologist for the oppertunityof going down deeper in the ocean than ever before. I decided to get a waterproof journal to record my discoveries. Many beleive that everything in the ocean has been discovered and studied. Especiall

Well, hello. I guess you could call this an update, but then again, I guess it's not. Maybe an announcement? Either way, I've been working on a story. I don't really have a name for it, but I'll begin posting it in a few days, so I'll tell you about it and maybe you can help with a name. So, basically, it's in first-person, and is wrote like a journal. Well, technically, it is a journal. But the main character, (he doesn't really have a name. I don't think he ever will. Not that his name is important to the story.) is a marine biologist. He gains the chance to explore the oceans for two years. This is to basically see whether there's still

I need to leave. I need to just walk away.  But I can't get away. The abuse. The tears.  The pain. No one beleives me. No one even notices.  But they wouldn't understand anyway. I feel like a dust bunny in the corner.  No one notices me, and if they do, they push me out of their mind in a milisecond.   They don't ever remeber me. I wish they would remember. I wish they'd bring me into consideration.   But they don't. They argue.  They fight.   And finally, they come to an agreement. But is it the one I want? Is it the one that is best for us?   Of course not. It's what they want. It's what's best for them