aaronjenkinsvigil
What is it, and what is it for? The real. Reality itself. It's like saying because of life you do something in your every day life. Reality is a guesswork quilt laid gently under pillows stuffed with life's meaning.
When I was younger my mother was upset for after all the years of taking us to church and demanding obedience out of us, we never told her when we got "saved." My first ever story prompt was this story. It couldn't be too supernatural, but a stirring of the spirit, a feeling.