A mental patient searching for the Impossible. " I don't wanna stop pretending. If I do, everything will be more terrible than it is now. Why can't I just pretend? I can pretend Dad doesn't wanna hurt me and I didn't do what I did to you and Mom isn't scared of me. Why can't I just pretend? That way maybe I can be happy and everyone will forget what I did and maybe I will too." started May 2014 - been on various hiatuses - deleted, currently editing - (cover by @teratoid)

He was a billionaire, I was a bellboy, can I make it anymore obvious? It all started one fateful afternoon in summer of 2012. I was working as a bellboy at the Trump Hotel in Hong Kong on an internship program. This was my first time in a big city. It was all I could have ever dreamed of, and more. But little did I know, it was all about to change. Follow me on twitter.com/aguywithnolife Please note, this story may contain mature humor that isn't suitable for all ages.

❝Good morning. This is Target, how can I help you?❞ ❝Why do I have the sudden urge to kill my family?❞ ❝...Woah...well...shit. Ma'am, I think you dialed the wrong number.❞ ❝No. I dialed correctly. Are you any help?❞ ❝...No sé qué decir a esta chica loca.❞ In which a girl named Farah calls Target and meets a boy named Chance. Best Rank : #1 in Short Story (8/27/16)