Fineliterature Stories

When Frank was a young boy, his father never was able to take him to the city to see the marching band. In fact, every year, he would sit at home, listening to the commo...

I was not in a good state of mind when I wrote this, sorry lol

~A crackfic of sorts. Enjoy! 😈 You know how we all have that voice in our head, guiding us and helping us to make our everyday decisions? Some of us have more than on...

A heart-wrenching story about the effects of sugar consumption, urbanisation and rodent love. Don't read if ur 5