Historias de Crass

I am so Humored by the sugar-free gummy Gummy bear reviews on Amazon that I seek to preserve those stories here. Amazon has been deleting several of said reviews, And so this book was created. NOT MY ORIGINAL WORK UNLESS SPECIFICALLY STATED.

Glass slippers don't work for this Cinderella. When not under the watchful eye of her stepmother, Syndre-Lynn Marcelus is everything a young woman of purity shouldn't be. She's ill-tempered, brazen, opinionated, crass and above all - strikingly, sickeningly honest. Though she's worked to the bone by her late father's last wife she refuses to let the woman grind her to ash. Finally, after suffering for years under her stepmothers harsh rule Syndre decides to escape, but not before the Royal Ball thrown in High Prince Valor Augustine Octavius's honor. She's forced to attend by law and catches the princes' unwavering attention. Now, with a powerful prince in town and a meddling stepmother she'll have to do the impossible. Be a lady.

[Poems constantly written and updated, Annotations coming soon.] Barren to be forgotten within her mind, Ess, a lonely soul amidst a rank and dour forest, comes true to have enthralled in her apparently temporal best friend, MOac. Upon diving into the ideals of her tortuous calligraphic weave of words, she begins to remember the final story in which each of her stylistic poems links a partially refurbished idea that a land of glaciers and sub-zero temperatures houses a single person, one rather twisted being. In turn, the society of grave mishaps she believed was gone had relived. People were as vacuous as ever, but that had yet to change, she was cajoled through persuasive real life experiences. In end, however, she senses a new age of written glory, in which has yet to be told through through the genuine face of MOac himself. Read amongst the confounding and archaic thoughts that were told to have been a secondary link to finding friendship again with her honed peer.

Reports indicate a possible feud between the head caretaker and the dead caretaker.

This is a poem that encapsulates the idea of autumn, bereft of corruption. In the jolly of a conversation with a dear friend, she asked me to write about autumn. I did. This poem is dedicated to her. Hope you enjoy this piece :)

Will wants to get to class, on time, for once, and when his friends start wasting time once again, Will wishes for new friends. It isn't until a teacher catches his friend acting out a fantasy that he realizes it's all worth the hassle. #shortstory

(y/n) tends to mean your name.