THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW
Everything was hotdogs. The beach sand was hotdogs, the shells were hotdogs. The ocean was hotdog juice; there were hotdogs swimming in the juice as fish. Two people were holding hands and walking along the hotdog bank; they were hotdogs. There was a hotdog factory, which was made out of hotdogs, and made hotdogs. There was also a hotdog stand; it was made out of hotdogs and served hotdogs.
There. My weird hotdog dream. I don't even like hotdogs that much. I wrote "hotdog" so much it looks funny to me.
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Short Stories/Dreams
Historia CortaHere's a book of short stories. I'll put in some of my freaky dreams and everything, including other genres such as romance and adventure, and some depressing feel stories. It might be a little gruesome, frightening, or downright mental. Don't call...
