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Life is Just a Storm- Chapter 3- Wavering Mind
Hey! It didn't take me more than a month this time! This is unprecedented! So much so that physics may be at stake and I should take my time for chapter four...! And yes I just did fabricate a premature excuse for how long chapter four may take! Lol... In all seriousness though, I do want to churn these out as much as I can, and yet still retain some semblance of quality. Dunno if ya know this, but what I upload is basically my first draft and with very little editing. Yeah that's bad but I promise I don't do that with stories others ask me to write.
Ahem. Here is chapter 3.
4,119 words.
Ahem. Here is chapter 3.
4,119 words.
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I really want to communicate with you if possible, this chapter attracted me a lot as I read it, though I have only read this chapter 3, and this is the first time to read your story.
I feel Lukan is 80% like the current me, and I envy him in some ways.
At least he is a furry creature, and he has an otter guy around him to communicate with.
I am just a human in this life, and don't even have a single friend in my real life.
Lukan can have someone to play video games with or even hug with.
But for me, nothing meaningful is happening in my real life, I can only live in my own imagination with my fantasy friends.
Dreaming while asleep can be something interesting and meaningful for me, I often don't want to wake up any more.
I quit school and is unemployed due to my continous depression and anxiety, maybe you can have the same feelings like me.
I am not a native English speaker, but I like to talk in English and I even tried to write a story, but then I realized there is such a huge gap between your writing skills and mine, I can only express some basic meanings in English, your story is written with great details.
I have a feeling that I must read the whole chapter when I had read for several minutes, I feel really like that raccoon, I can imagine all those environments around him though you focused on their feelings. This story is just like a journal of me in a parallel furry universe.
I finally get my own unique fursona now, and then I feel like there is nothing more to accomplish in my real life. It is almost a miracle that I can sit here reading this chapter for hours, yes, I read story at a really slow pace. In many times, I just felt depressed and anxious, nothing can really interest me, just like nothing is happening around, but I can become focused from time to time, like right now.
Life is just like an emotional storm for me, quoted from your story title. Although everything is actually peaceful in reality, I don't know how long I have to suffer from this kind of mental disorder.
Hope you can reply to me if you read this!
I feel Lukan is 80% like the current me, and I envy him in some ways.
At least he is a furry creature, and he has an otter guy around him to communicate with.
I am just a human in this life, and don't even have a single friend in my real life.
Lukan can have someone to play video games with or even hug with.
But for me, nothing meaningful is happening in my real life, I can only live in my own imagination with my fantasy friends.
Dreaming while asleep can be something interesting and meaningful for me, I often don't want to wake up any more.
I quit school and is unemployed due to my continous depression and anxiety, maybe you can have the same feelings like me.
I am not a native English speaker, but I like to talk in English and I even tried to write a story, but then I realized there is such a huge gap between your writing skills and mine, I can only express some basic meanings in English, your story is written with great details.
I have a feeling that I must read the whole chapter when I had read for several minutes, I feel really like that raccoon, I can imagine all those environments around him though you focused on their feelings. This story is just like a journal of me in a parallel furry universe.
I finally get my own unique fursona now, and then I feel like there is nothing more to accomplish in my real life. It is almost a miracle that I can sit here reading this chapter for hours, yes, I read story at a really slow pace. In many times, I just felt depressed and anxious, nothing can really interest me, just like nothing is happening around, but I can become focused from time to time, like right now.
Life is just like an emotional storm for me, quoted from your story title. Although everything is actually peaceful in reality, I don't know how long I have to suffer from this kind of mental disorder.
Hope you can reply to me if you read this!
I meant to reply to this so much sooner than I have, I am so sorry!
What's kind of funny is, Lukan was designed to be basically me to a T today. And this story is based, albeit loosely, to real events in my life. And no I really did not have someone in person to do a lot of this sort of stuff with. For a little while sure, but uh... Hm.
This story is by and large a way to vent my frustrations out. Frustrations with always being lonely all the time, and how everyone takes what they have for granted. And worse still, berate those less fortunate for speaking up and say that just because there are those even less fortunate, their lives are automatically good, regardless.
I've learned the hard way that life is a vicious storm, and I was thrown into it without any precautions or knowledge. And Lukan will soon follow in my footsteps and see it in the same way. For Lukan represents my present and who I am now, being misguided by a troubled past. Not knowing what he needs or where he needs to go as the winds grow stronger and stronger and trust becomes harder to build amidst the tempest.
And this is my intent with this story.
What's kind of funny is, Lukan was designed to be basically me to a T today. And this story is based, albeit loosely, to real events in my life. And no I really did not have someone in person to do a lot of this sort of stuff with. For a little while sure, but uh... Hm.
This story is by and large a way to vent my frustrations out. Frustrations with always being lonely all the time, and how everyone takes what they have for granted. And worse still, berate those less fortunate for speaking up and say that just because there are those even less fortunate, their lives are automatically good, regardless.
I've learned the hard way that life is a vicious storm, and I was thrown into it without any precautions or knowledge. And Lukan will soon follow in my footsteps and see it in the same way. For Lukan represents my present and who I am now, being misguided by a troubled past. Not knowing what he needs or where he needs to go as the winds grow stronger and stronger and trust becomes harder to build amidst the tempest.
And this is my intent with this story.
Yeah, so that is why I think Lukan is similar to the current me. It is like that I can hardly communicate with real people, so I always consider languages as my friends.
Something like magic happened to me recently, I finally gave it a try to meet a local gay person in real life, then I really felt like Lukan when we talked in his car. I was nervous and shy, he gave me a hug, I didn't resist. Then he drove his car around the city, I felt stuck in my own mind during the ride. Actually I didn't speak a lot, I was basically a listener. He seemed a little disappointed at last, then I just slammed the door of his car and went back home alone, I wanted to say thank you to him on my way back. This scene was really like your story, and it happened just after I read this chapter.
By the way, I feel like you are a true vocabulary master, maybe because you are a focused native English speaker.
What's more, it's sad that few people read these days, the world has changed. I read or write stories only when I am focused, I am changing even myself, I used to read Sci-Fi stories a lot.
Anyway, it feels good to write my thoughts and send them to you.
Something like magic happened to me recently, I finally gave it a try to meet a local gay person in real life, then I really felt like Lukan when we talked in his car. I was nervous and shy, he gave me a hug, I didn't resist. Then he drove his car around the city, I felt stuck in my own mind during the ride. Actually I didn't speak a lot, I was basically a listener. He seemed a little disappointed at last, then I just slammed the door of his car and went back home alone, I wanted to say thank you to him on my way back. This scene was really like your story, and it happened just after I read this chapter.
By the way, I feel like you are a true vocabulary master, maybe because you are a focused native English speaker.
What's more, it's sad that few people read these days, the world has changed. I read or write stories only when I am focused, I am changing even myself, I used to read Sci-Fi stories a lot.
Anyway, it feels good to write my thoughts and send them to you.
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