I’m waiting for the 235. I normally take the 226 but the 226 goes by summerville. My cousin told me that in summerville there’s this house and a crazy man lives in the house. And he kills people with tools and eats them. And sometimes he makes things out of their skin. My cousin says the crazy man waits by the bus stop. He says a guy at his school had to get out at summerville on account of he was visiting his grandmother and the crazy man got him because no one ever saw him again. My cousin won’t take the 226 either, so that’s why I’m taking the 235.
A place to store the things I write. The posts are listed from oldest to newest in the archive list, that is really the best way to read them. For now everything here is fiction.
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