Today, on the bus, I saw the marshmallow dog again. He wasn’t on the bus, he was outside in the woods. But I saw him when the bus stopped at the light. My cousin says that the marshmallow dog is a ghost dog and that’s why he’s all white. Only I saw him during the day and ghosts only come out at night, but my cousin says that dog ghosts can come out at anytime. My cousin also says that the ghost dog is probably looking for someone to haunt. I would like a dog but my aunt says they’re too smelly. I bet ghost dogs don’t smell. When I got home I asked my aunt if I could have a dead dog as long as it didn’t smell. She yelled at my cousin.
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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