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Your story is about a football player in Chicago creating random poemsYesterday I was playing against the Villas. Our opponents were one of the best teams in Chicago, so it ...

Dear Toby,My day went by like a speeding bullet. Wake Up. Bathroom. Breakfast. School. Walk home. Homework. Bed. Really this is how I go on my daily life. Friends? I ...

My face looked back at me in the mirror. I saw my long dirty blond hair sticking at every end and my eyes were slowly closing from tiredness. It was ...

Just because I don’t speak this language very well. Just because I might not write every word write. Just Because I’m not from here. They disrespect me. They don’t accept ...

I got up at six-thirty still feeling tired. Today was just the first day of sophomore year. The sun was shining into my room which made me feel a bit ...

Spoiler! : Your story is about a mathematician in a pineapple under the sea borrowing a pencil. Every Monday night, I practice my math skills for my next class that ...

travels around me, captivating my heart, lungs, and lips. It burns the very core of my stomach, leaving a mark of black ash, floating to my blows through me like ...

On this day --night, all the secrets open up.Every Ghoul.Every Ghost.Ready for the hunt.All the children, covered in lies. Showing their alter ego throughout the dark one knows the secrets ...

Drabble of a sick mind.

A short thing I wanted to write