I've been creating these worlds of my own, since I can remember. In fact, I'm almost positive my first memory is just a story that I've created (or a segment of it). My characters are like my children, I raise them, nurture them and I care very deeply for them. My mind is the womb in which they grow, until they are ready to be released into the world and it is then... I let them try to fly and try to make it on there own. I say I don't like children yet I have many and they flown my nest and many have fallen.
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Stories by PeppermintPopsicle
My Real Mother by PeppermintPopsicle
My Real Mother
A young man raised by a cold hearted Father, inherits the family bar and is stalked and preyed upon by one of...
Hummingbird by PeppermintPopsicle
Hummingbird
It's 1978 and young Michael has just broken up with his girlfriend. He feels alone and when his sister leaves...