The day is cool, an autumn day. I suppose most days are cool, but this one feels right, it feels... good.
Slipping on my coat, I leave my mom's house.
I need a job, I need to go to college, but, why is my worth determined by that? Can't I get a job? Why do I need college?
I suppose I should try. My mom probably hates me living here.
I just need a job, no idea where to look.
I glance around, looking at those stores that have "NOW HIRING" and bright, bold letters.
I look through the window at a bookshop I like.
That's convenient, it's almost as if I were one of those protagonists in those books, who gets everything. No matter how hard their quest is, they always
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escapism.
HorrorEach character has a short story that's only a few words long, but things go terribly wrong, their lives start crashing with one another. Note: some readers may have trouble reading this novel, words get scrambled and odd. It gets truly weird, not...
