Baker, faker, beanie maker. Bisexual vegetarian. 11% custard, 89% emo. Sad movie lover. Soul belongs to Harry Potter™. Pretentious. Spudlike. Filled with regret.
I write things sometimes.
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Stories by Clarice Fletcher
Dying Proof
We were explosive and uncontainable and it was all or nothing, either zero craps given about our pasts or so...
Lydia
A (not-so-short) short story about a boy, a girl, a greenhouse, canvasses hidden beneath beds and a pair of v...
