Vidal's Verse

I am still haunted by memories and feelings that should have long ago passed. The problematic curse of an almost perfect memory. Do I remember the days perfectly or do I remember her as being perfect?

These are just stories told poetically. This is a place for my words to live. Some lead good lives and others not so much. I would call these Poetic Stories. 

The Lack of a Triumphant Return of our Hero

The character was worth the wait, or so we thought. But with each passing page, and lack of appearance, she proved us readers to be naive. She was actually the villain disguised. Now with each page we wait to see what will happen. How a new hero on the horizon takes her place, and gives her what she deserves, which is nothing at all. No spin offs, or sequels, or surprise appearances. Even if we had a bookmark it wouldn’t be worth the effort to place it in order to revisit her terrible deeds, better left in the past, or at least the author thinks so. The critics find it fitting that things should end as they began, quickly and without reason. The character lacked development anyways, so why did we expect so much. Turning the page, to brighter characters and a more eloquently written back story for them, is what the readers aim to do now. You’ll always have your first shooting star and I will always have the regret of not believing what you said you are; a terribly written character in a story the author regrets ever putting pen to paper to create. I resign my authorship for you; let someone else write your happy ending. As always I will try and remain one page ahead in my writing, than my readers are in their reading. Any more than that would put us in the same predicament.

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