Hot,
Humid,
Scorching room.
Hot like a bus.
Hot like an oven.
Cooking people alive.
Blazing heat envelops us.
Sweating like a ball of fur.
Droplets of sweat flowing down my spine.
The heat engulfs us all and drives us mad.
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Various Short Stories/Poems I Wrote For School
Ficción GeneralThis is simply a compilation of various short stories/poems I write for my college classes. I won't post every story/poem I write for class. Just more complete ones. There is no connection between each story/poem other than the occasional story bein...
