Welcome to the Fictional World of Billy Morris
I reckon y’all would like to know a little about me, since you ain’t from around here. Don’t much like talking about myself, but here goes nothin’.
I’m near to thirteen, got a sister, Sarah, who’s quite a pain (You got one of those?), and live in Greene County, Virginia, down below mountains where the South River snakes through. Been here ever since I was born on December 7, 1928 in a house down yonder.
It was my pa’s house, belonged to his pa, William Morris, (which is my name, too–though I ain’t called a junior, or a third, or nothin’ fancy like that).
Then came The Incident.
After that, me and my twerp of a sister came to this house to live with my aunt and uncle. Not a bad place, except for this pit bull business. Course, if you wan't to know more 'bout that, you’ll just have to read my story, Freedom Pen. I heard it got published in October 2012 by Pugalicious Press.
Sure you gotta go just yet? Well, okay. Come back and see me. We’ll sit for a spell and talk some more. (If I feel like it.)
Billy
I’m near to thirteen, got a sister, Sarah, who’s quite a pain (You got one of those?), and live in Greene County, Virginia, down below mountains where the South River snakes through. Been here ever since I was born on December 7, 1928 in a house down yonder.
It was my pa’s house, belonged to his pa, William Morris, (which is my name, too–though I ain’t called a junior, or a third, or nothin’ fancy like that).
Then came The Incident.
After that, me and my twerp of a sister came to this house to live with my aunt and uncle. Not a bad place, except for this pit bull business. Course, if you wan't to know more 'bout that, you’ll just have to read my story, Freedom Pen. I heard it got published in October 2012 by Pugalicious Press.
Sure you gotta go just yet? Well, okay. Come back and see me. We’ll sit for a spell and talk some more. (If I feel like it.)
Billy
