The Tales of a Sprout

I did this once.
Another place, far away.
I don't have access anymore to what I did then, but I've grown. My tales have grown with me. They may scare you away, though they may not. Some may intrigue, while others will bore you to tears.
This is, in word-form, a part of me.
These words are part of my tale.

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These stories are a collection of what I've written over the past several years. Some I wrote when I was roughly ten, others in a creative writing class I did last year. Some are good, and some are terrible.

Read at your own risk.

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Edit: I said some of them were good.

I lied.