I'm just a person who has stories in her head, I just can't and don't write them. So I read instead. Updates on my horrid little stories will be pretty much nonexistent, so don't expect anything from me until I finally carve out the nonexistent free time and trip over inspiration.


*aggressively chews in raw spaghetti to assert dominance*


It was a dark and stormy night. She was in her room, watching Netflix, when she heard a knock on the door. She slowly crept downstairs, making her way to the front door. She opened the creaky door slowly and saw...

Nothing. She saw nothing. The wind blew over a flower pot and it hit the door.


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║97% of you won't post this. When
║Jesus died on the cross he was
║thinking of you. If you're one of 3% that
║cares, put this on your profile.
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