Never forget to.
me for the last three days. except she’s a lot prettier than me.
what your face looks like in the mirror on mushrooms.
There once was a day when I was in seventh grade sitting in a classroom called social studies with Mrs. Longmuir. I was bored and wrote a story. And that story is now here.
Once upon a time, there were three fat pigs. They were descendants of the Wright Brothers, and they had a desire to fly and soar above the sky. Their names were Harry, Scary, and Adversary.
Scary had a brilliant idea. He wanted to fold a gigantic paper airplane and use it to run away from their shitty farm. After years upon eons of meticulous planning, their contraption was complete!
One morning when the farmer was asleep, they decided to take off. Harry and Scary ran underneath the plane holding on in order to build up speed to fly, while Adversary sat on top since he’s lazy. The plane started to fly and soar when something went horribly wrong. The paper started ripping, shredding, falling apart, and plummeted back down to Earth. In a blaze of glory, Adversary screamed and went down.
As they fell to the earth, their guts sprayed innocent civilians. The stench of their rotting flesh made people nauseous and vomit until everyone dissolved into unconsciousness.
I’m glad I decided not to go into creative writing.