Let's all just pretend that didn't happen....

Hi everyone,

So I just realized that all of my TOTALLY DAILY blogs posts from the last FOREVER haven't been posting.  I don't know why because I have been posting AWESOME things EVERY DAY.  Also the previous posts have all been DELETED FOREVER and I can't fix the problem.  This is an unfortunate turn of events, I agree, and is in no way related to the fact that I am lazy and didn't write anything in this blog.  Yep, that's absolutely ridiculous and definitely didn't happen.

So we're just going to start again here.  I have had a great idea for a new story.  It a completely original idea for a world plagued by the same stories being told over and over again.  Here's a sample excerpt for everyone.

All his life, young Barry had thought he was nothing special and his jerk-face aunt, uncle, and cousin had been quick to remind him of that.  And yet, here they were in a tiny shack in the woods trying to escape from something.  Something that had been trying to contact him.
Haha, he thought dryly to himself, maybe I am special.  What a crock.  The odds were that this was just another elaborate practical joke to make him wish he had never been born again.  They (the Worsleys) LOVED their practical jokes.  Especially when they involved making poor Barry feel like a worthless waste of air and ESPECIALLY when they did it on his birthday.
He looked over at the real working Flav-a-flav clock hanging from around his sleeping cousin's fat lack of a neck.
Only a minute left and he would be eleven.  His birthday would come and he'd get the massive stack of presents the Worsleys always gave him.  Then, as per tradition, the Worsleys would load all the gifts in a pile and light them all on fire just to show him how cruel the world really was.  To him.  Every waking moment of his miserable life.
30 seconds left now.  Barry wondered if anyone would ever love him.
20 seconds left.  Would he ever have a real family?
10 seconds left.  Another year survived.
5...4...3...2...1...
BAM!
"Huzzah?"  His cousin sat up groggily.
BAM!
"What the deuce!?!?"  His uncle ran down the stairs carrying a rocket launcher.  Now Barry understood what had been in that mysterious giant package his uncle had been carrying around.
BA-CRASH!!
The lower half of the door had been blown off of the frame and in it was silhouetted a man, half the size of Barry.  He stepped into the shack and threw the hood of his cloak off of his head.  He was bald as can be, as if he had never had the tiniest piece of hair grow out of his head in his entire life.  He looked around and spotted young Barry
"Happy Birthday Barry!"
"I-I'm not Barry..." His cousin stammered.  The dwarf looked at him for the first time.
"I wasn't talking to you fatty!"  He looked back at Barry, "I haven't seen you since you were a wee baby.  Gosh I can't believe it's been so long, but at last you can come back."
Barry was confused and responded in the only way he could think of, "Back where?"
"Where?" The dwarf asked, "Why, back to our world of course."
"Who's world?"
"My world, your world, your parents world.  Our world.  Golly Barry didn't you..." as if something dawned on him, the dwarf turned to the Worsleys.  His next words were full of high-pitched fury, "You never told him?"
Uncle Mervon, drew himself up and spoke, "I swore that we wouldn't have any of that nonsense in my house.  We'd stamp it out of him."  With that, he lowered the sighting mechanism on his rocket launcher and aimed.
Swwssh!
Nobody had moved but the front of Uncle Mervon's rocket launcher fell to the floor as if sliced clean off.  The dwarf was putting something small back in his pocket ten feet away from where they stood.  "Now you stay quiet while I fix this Worsley, or that toy of yours won't be the only thing that gets sliced."
He turned to Barry with sadness in his eyes, "Barry Shotter.  You're a ninja-wizard."