.....The sweet smell of baked goods wafted though the house. Yes, I'm baking. Not what you expect a goth to do, eh? Well this goth bakes. Get over it. I set the cookies and pies out to cool, then got ready for my date. Long story short, someone asked me out on a date. I was confused at first, but then I was like, why the Hell not? I have nothing better to do today. I sighed and walked up to my room. I'm eighteen and living by myself. My name is Black Thorn. Weird name, I know. Tell that to my parents though. My pet cat, Stellar hissed at my bedroom door as if to say, 'Don't go in there Black!' I shrugged and walked into my room to find- a dead body.
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Short StoryJust random stories that pop up in my head that are too short to become an actual book. DISCLAIMER! I give credit to the original owner of any pictures or songs that I use.
