Let's get back to the Random CD prompt, shall we?
Go ahead and pick a song as randomly as you like. Or maybe just use one that's been stuck in your head recently. However you do it, borrow your chosen song's first line and use it as your own (after credit goes where credit does). And then... take it from there.
The final day of November already, huh? December looms. The Christmas month. The final entry for House of Mercy. The last days of 2016.
Not sure if I'm ready for any of it, but that's not going to change anything. So I might as well just say: bring it on.
Gypsy by Lady Gaga (yeah, I know. I actually wanted to use a different song but the opening line wasn't inspiring much of anything.)
Sometimes a story has no end.
If you're sitting there thinking to yourself, Oh yeah, I get what he means. I've seen The Neverending Story, then get out. The door is right over there. I don't have time for your fantasy nonsense.
Because, you see, what I'm talking about is real. There are tales that cannot be bound by life and death, space or time. They are too big. Too important.
I'm not talking about something with no beginning and no end. Of course it has a beginning. Everything does.
I do not know who started the tale. Or why. Or even when. But I do know one thing for certain.
This story will not, cannot end.