Billy is Writing

  A Semi-Comprehensive Guide to Where We All Live by Theodore Glumpelshutz A long time ago, or so they say, there was nothing. There was no light, nor was there any darkness. There was simply nothing. Although I suppose there must have been darkness, at least there probably would have been if anyone were there to perceive it. After all, darkness is nothing but the absence of light.  All of a sudden, however, there was something . A whole lot of somethings , to be a touch more precise. Be it by science,  magic- or even a delicate combination of the two (I’d go with the latter personally, but hey ho- I’m an optimist)- there was something. Our universe was born. From then until now and probably later on, it has presided in its vast majesty over all of existence. The universe is everywhere and nowhere, in all the places and even the places with nothing else. A whole lot of something, though, doesn’t make everything . There was light and dark- but nobody was there to prove...

  Dancing on Steep Hill She’ll never forget the night they spent dancing atop Steep Hill, drenched in a delicate combination of sweat and rain. It started cold, but not in a way that bothered them. How could they ever freeze whilst trapped in a permanent state of warm embrace? She was his, and he was most assuredly hers. The moment began perfectly and the perfection maintained itself as the moment evolved into a memory. Sat on a damp bench, overlooking the picturesque city as though they belonged on an antique jigsaw you might happen upon in a Barnardos, they were sure that life could never stop being so wonderful. He opened his mouth, as if to urge himself to say something that proves their certainty is wholly misplaced. “What would you have done?” he asked, his tone reeking with that painful ambiguity that beckons a puzzled response. “What do you mean, love?” she responded, predictably confused. “What would you have done if I didn’t ask you out?” he clarified. “Oh. Not ...