Formulabreaker Stories

the golden light that is the feeling of a dream being born. the spark of one life. it felt like my light was stomped out like i was put in a box. in a category. but this isn't why i wanted to write. this isn't my reason for starting to write. what i write is that which brings me closer to who i truly am even if it is imaginary. my life and my talent are not the only things i want to display. i want to create. listening to rules. obeying trends that isn't creating. i want to do something more i was hoping to find that if i worked for as long as i could in your codes and rules. but i found nothing in the world of stories where is the spark of spirit that is meant to be in peoples works of art. when did art become just entertainment for the masses. just another cash grab. listening to critics. fulfilling the whims of children. i want to free the power of my creativity. i want to free my true chaotic intentions. why should i even fallow the rules gods set in place for me when it comes to my writing. I will show you my true chaotic nature. and what i am. with this story if you want truth and not just something that is trying to get others to look at it. i set out to make the picoso of writing something that would warp the minds of those who read it farther then Alice in wonder land ever did.