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Young Writers Society


Pickle810

About Pickle810

I'm thirteen, I live in the middle of nowhere, and I've got three dogs, not to mention about a thousand cannibalistic snails. I feed them cabbage.


Interests

Music, reading, community service, and disturbing the universe

Occupation

not failing math (I'm about to get fired)


Edna began to feel like one who awakens gradually out of a dream, a delicious, grotesque, impossible dream, to feel again the realities pressing into her soul.
— Kate Chopin, The Awakening