Well...I am now a drug dealer...of written stuff.
So, today, I was super bored in class, so I just decided to write something, anything. I settled for letters between someone suicidal and Satan. Yes, weird topic, but whatever. I give it to a friend of mine (hey there funfuneral) and I'm like, "here...read this."
I sat back down to write some more and I look over at her and she looks like she's just done crack or something. I don't know. It's like the stuff on the page were drugs or...I don't know.
It got to the point...she was having fuckin withdrawal effects from this stuff
XDD okay well...short story, hope you enjoy
*dies*
