Hey guys...I just wanted to see if I should continue this story..so CnC??
A chilled breeze wafted through the large window, as a young boy sat drowned in thought at his desk. The boy drew out detailed pictures of humongous beings; monsters really; blue as the sky, but as powerful as an elephant. Holding a hefty hammer, the boy's drawings were complete, until a tiny snowflake fell right onto the drawing's body. Small blue sparks ignited the picture, engulfing it in blue flames. The boy was silent as he crinkled up his brow, stunned at this happening once again, for he had been doing this all day, and it happened every time. But why? the boy curiously wondered.
"Doctors say I'm the illest, 'cause I'm sufferin' from realness..