non-fiction has epic potential

I swear I didn't edit this, outside of graduated tint.

Once, there was a little boy with a rock. He came in while his sister was boiling water. He looked around, then pointed to the rock and said,
"Earth."
He glanced the the gas flame on the stove. "Fire."
He blew into the air. "Air."
He pointed at the pot. "Water."

He then left his sister to melt at how good of a job she'd done.

The End.

Wouldn't having elemental powers be awesome?

....

Eh, to each their own. Anyhow, that story is true. And so epic.

happy friday,
if you find a way to Republic City, tell me.