I only have one purpose
on this desk, that is to write. Orson was his name. Well heck
that was my name also, not by choice though. It is placed upon my
skin, as if I have no rights at all. It is a shame how he treats
me. You would think that things grow, not get smaller. Other
than Orson’s way of killing me he is a good guy. He usually is on
the computer, Thank God! When I have free time I like to read about
him. I get a lot of that now a days. Anyway, he has a interesting
life. Orson was born in a city call Rich land, this is located
in the state of Washington. But he grew up in California, Arizona
and Utah. Orson also lived in Brazil for two years. He was
a unpaid missionary. Orson got a degree form the University of Utah
And Brigham University.
Orson his wife and 5 kids all live in a house in
North Carolina. I live here, I have everything, I need a nice home
and.... well that's all I need. As a tool of Orson’s writing I know
his style of writing. He loves to make characters have to make a
a difficult and interesting moral choices. I like his style. he also
like to write about the youth and conflicts that they have. Another thing
is he likes to use slang in his writing Orson’s desk is always a
clutter, His papers are all over the place. I hear his wife
stressing him that he needs to clean up his writing room. “ Roaches
can’t even find there way around his room,” she states.
My favorite
writing of his the one called Enders Shadow. It is a very good book
it takes place in a city called Rotterdam. This book clearly expresses
his style of young kids and conflicts. Well this story is about a
boy named bean, just like me it wasn't his choices to have that name. Yeah
well, he lives on the streets and has a hard time living, because he is
so small. When you live on the streets than you are called a Urchin.
And there are a lot of them. Bean gets lucky and is chosen to go
to a school called battle school. He lives his life there. Oh no!, here
comes Orson... O good He just came to get his laptop! few!
I don't have a lot of time left on this desk,
I see what orson does to all of his old pencils. It’s awful he just
throws them away not a proper memorial.
He come orson again writing his new book, uh oh.
he is use me too edit his paper...