EvelynCh.1Evelyn
Life is described by many things. I’m not going to even attempt to tell you what any of them are mainly because I don’t care. There are other reasons I suppose, but life is what you will it to be. In the end it doesn’t really matter what you did or how you did it. Life ends up to be a drive for that one thing in life. That one drive is anything that you consider most important in life. Annie continued writing what she thought would be a good essay for her column in the school newspaper. She was the editor in chief of the paper and she pretty much could do whatever she wanted. Annie was
Cookies of DeathThis is a short story. A fictional story about fictional Cookies of Death. The setting is a long time ago, far, far, away. Ok. Not really. It was just yesterday in my kitchen. I alone am the sole survivor, so I will recount the events of that fateful day.Cookies of Death
Ch. 1
It was about ten in the morning. Early to some, late to many. The Cookies of Death had infiltrated my kitchen cabinet by disguising themselves as a box of Oreos. It was their plan to eventually control the entire kitchen, but the cabinet would do for now. Sergeant Macadamia and Captain Sugar were sitting in a secluded area of the box an
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