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I was in Shakespeare class and someone gave me Skittles. It was bound to happen.

Oliver Young’s desk barely contained him as his hand shot into the air. Had he been more than a boy of eight years old, the desk and the ..

I wrote this mostly to entertain myself. Maybe it'll entertain you, too.

Two struggle, two mere specks of dust from countless celestial, uncaring stars struggle, two vessels of inconsequential yet sequential chemical..

Colorless,It comes among Its gold crossed worshiperschanting thinly veiled hateand homophobic trashtil black-leather-clad Angelsplay “Amazin..

I was once told this is about b***s. I don't think so, but I've been wrong before.

It's a story about a father trying to do right by his son, for a change. The rating is for harsh language.

I thought of the question in philosophy class, and the story became its own thing.

This manuscript is about a dancing girl who, like a crane, flew through my lame approach. I managed to expose my tail and my confidence took a ..

I came back to my 18 month old daughter, Ariel, alone and crying about what a child should never have to. I was pissed at you then, but wh..