I like to write and read and all that jazz. English is the only thing I’m good at. I mean at all. There is not much to me if I take out the English part.
Stories
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Twenty First Century Snack
Yum, I love the taste of fried children. ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;
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Life Begins In Seventh Grade.
Hey little me, it’s not the end of the world. Sure, the only friends you had went to high school without you, but it doesn’t mean you should try your hardest to be anti-social. You will later regret ignoring all of the people who tried to h...
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This Is Not A True Story...Part 1
I have always dreamt abut having my bedroom appear as a murder scene. I wanted to splatter red paint on my black and white striped walls. Of course, Mom said no. Little did she know that her blood would drench my walls. My brothers and I have all consi...
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Nothing Like Good Ol' Bordom.
Watch Cowboy Bebop? Nah, Lose Virginity…………………
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No More Mr. Nice Guy.
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Goodbye Jarod.
Jarod, This is my final goodbye to you Jarod. I know that this is going to be hard for you, but I know you can get through it. You need to live. You are the one Mom loves. I want you to go to college and get a good job. Maybe you will meet someone, fal...
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It started with a party...like always.
The sweet smell of ribs cooking on my father’s grill was all around me. There must have been thirty or more people on my porch, and kids I knew were running in the sprinkler out back. All the adults had a beer in hand with an empty plate of food ...
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Nope.
I didn’t mean to start out making this a story. It was meant to be a contest.
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Little brothers are not meant to see some things.
Katie’s water just broke. It was disgusting. I had to very carefully hold back the vomit coming up my throat. She was wearing a short skirt too, one that a 9 months pregnant woman should not be wearing. She screamed in pain, and naturally, as her...
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To Whom It May Concern.
Dear Sir or Madam, I have come to realize that the letters you sent to me were all stories created by you. I didn’t believe it at first, considering the fact that they all broke my heart or sent me into a laughing fit. They were remarkably beaut...
