One time I was waiting for the bus and it was real hot out. I could see these weird wavy things coming off the road. My cousin said they were the spirits of dead pirates guarding their buried treasure. A couple of days later it was all cloudy and the ghosts were gone. Me and my cousin got a shovel and a pick and a wheel barrow out of my uncle’s shed and went out to the road to dig for treasure. We found a big orange “X” painted on the road. My cousin say’s that “X” always marks the spot pirates bury their treasure. But just when we were getting ready to start digging a policeman drove up and told us to go home. I guess my cousin was wrong, I bet it’s police treasure buried there.
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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