Chimichanga Stories

EDIT: No longer pregnant with my daughter, so this will be a continuation of my dreams if I have any I remember. I am currently pregnant with my second child, and these dreams make me feel like I'm on acid. So this is going to be a book about my weird dreams that I remember.

A hungry girl watching her favorite show quickly turns chilling... you never know what will happen next.

this is a story i wrote in 5th grade, and it's pretty much what sparked my whole interest for writing stories. it's basically a story about a boy, who is a chimichanga, and it's lil diary entries of his days and such. what you're reading though is written by my current 10th grade self. i'm rewriting everything that i have since ummm 5th grade me had lots of learning to do lmaooo anywho, hope y'all enjoy :)

Swords, Guns, Fun Times and oh yeah... Chimichangas.

In this story you can interact with Deadpool! (Y/N) means insert your name. This story is gender neutral so don't worry if your a girl or boy.

Super badass ask book filled with super badass answers!!!! Keep in mind that filthy admin wont answer so it will just be me answering however i will be happy to spill a few of their secrets ;)

In the land by the name of Chamcuaro, Guanjuato, Mexico, there lived a trio of dogs with their owners. As this story of love, betrayal, and reconciliation unfolds, be sure to have a box of tissues. @19FChang wrote this not me lmao

"They don't even know you, all they see is scars." Peter said, shooting aggravated looks at everyone who glanced at his boyfriend's mangled face in disgust as they walked by. Wade however, was accustomed to everyone looking at him as if he was a demon that crawled straight out of Hell. He shrugged it off. "Does this bother you?" Peter asked. "Does what bother me?" Wade asked. "Everyone starring at you." He said. "Nah," Wade said, slinging an arm over Peter's shoulders. "They're all idiots who don't have the slightest clue of what to do with their fucking lives." Peter laughed and snaked his arm around Wade's waist. "Besides, I don't care about what they think of me. They can all GO FUCK THEMSELVES," Wade spoke the last part above his normal voice, letting everyone know to back the fuck off. "Let's go get tacos, Baby boy. I'm starving." Wade said, planting a small kiss on Peter's temple. Peter nodded his head and the pair continued down the street, forgetting everyone around them.

This is a bunch of randomly generated short stories. It's not supposed to make sense lmao

This was my first story, written many years ago. I know the writing is....pretty rough. But hey, its an alright book. I think.

Yas! A weird thing that everyone is doing!

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