Before you guys come for me (that's what she said), I do not take credit for this story. Sure, I technically wrote it, but I was nothing less than possessed by a demon that thrived on fake British accents and supernatural creatures that closely resemble vampires. In fact, I'm not even sure this qualifies as a story considering how, number one, there is no plot and, number two, there is no internal conflict. Are characters really characters if they don't have a personality?
Wait, does this mean I'm not a real person? Maybe I've been possessed my entire life. You know what, this is why I'm such a bad writer. Because of those nasty demons!
Warning: Confusion may occur while reading this, along with other side-effects including (but not limited to) nausea, vomiting, loss of brain cells, possession, choking on tears of grief from starting this book, hatred for life, aversion to the sun, aversion to the outside world, phobia of British accents, cross-punching anyone and everyone, and even death.
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MizahA series of stories written when I was in eighth grade, followed by comedic comments by myself four years later (as an advanced writer).
