Thank you for stumbling upon my page. Even if you were searching for another door in the blogging realm, I assure this is a wonderful place --- a bed and breakfast of sorts. You will be fed and sheltered through my writing, my insight and a little bit of silliness. What fun will it be if I just groan about the bygone days? Like so many, I am old enough to understand some basics, but young enough to be lively and entertaining. Once you are ready to continue your journey, you may go --- unless you wish to extend your say. That, I recommend.
Throughout these halls, you will find stories --- mostly my fiction --- on my wall.
On the other side, I suggest you be careful during your stay. You will trip over a couple grids. I have yet to fix the floorboard. Every time I stamp a few nails into the ground, the nails push themselves up and fall flat on their sides. So, I might have to use glue to force the planks into their places. Then again, these grids are not those high-priced, name-labeled types. I bought the grids from a private contractor. I'll find that old man when I find his number on the internet.
You should also watch out for are a few characters who have made themselves right at home. All three wish to remain anonymous until they wish to be introduced, so you will have to bear with me.
Firstly, there is a young man who has constant nightmares. Every few nights, he's holding his head with his hands and screaming. Some of the other residents have become so used to his tantrums, their ears have deafened. I have not been given harsh complaints, but they are concerned. When the poor soul's at work, I am then met by one man in particular.
A man with a violet, 'M' shaped scar on his face says to me: "I hope he doesn't take his nightmares to work."
"I agree," I reply to him as he sits at the table, "but I believe the case he's handling isn't doing much to help him. Maybe his career is poisonous."
"That could be. Perhaps I should mentor him when he gets back."
I welcome the scarred man's endeavors. As a teacher, he is willing to extend a hand to anyone who asks or anyone who absolutely needs it. When I am not around, and when people like you walk in, he will be the next one to show you around. Like me, I hope you can look past that enormous facial feature because he is this way. Now that I think about it --- he should help me fix the floor grids instead.
There is one more who visits my place, though he prefers to stay the night before leaving. He's a teenager; unwilling to speak much and suspicious of everyone around him. The kid's secretive --- and luckily for me, the scarred man teaches children like him.
All I ask, while you are here, is to treat them the way you would like for them to treat you. Respect them and your good social karma will make it back to you. The very opposite will happen when you cross their thin lines.
As long as you follow these rules, you will have a very enjoyable stay. I hope you will leave my blog with great, interesting and even mind-boggling memories.
From The Owner;
K. A. Riffle
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