What is fascinating is how I can write thousands of words about someone I made up, and not a single one about myself.
Is it that I am extremely humble or just not self conscious enough.
Maybe its due to my lack of creativity and inspiration. On that note, I would be UBER (did I just use uber intentionally) grateful if you read my stories!
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Stories by AnonymousAdolescent
Dickens To Lipstick
A short story about childhood, maturing and disappearing adolescence.
Hopes to fill you with nostalgia with...
A Mistake
When adolescent Dylan discovers an unfinished timeline of her life, which shows the date of her death, not th...