A Story

This is a story. Each page flipped by the turn of a club. A book bound in passion, written with the ink of injustice. The plot twists with each arm, thickens with each drop of blood. For a long time it seemed like the author was writing a tragedy until the pen switched hands to A Woman on a Bus and A Man With A Dream. And thus began the chapter of change, with a moral of morality. It's hard to think such a wonderful thing came from A Woman on a Bus and A Man With A Dream