There’s this old cabin about a mile down that over grown trail. I found it once when I got lost playin’ hide-an-seek with Sissy and Norma. It smells real bad around there. Someone had wrote somethin’ on the window in jam. It was kinda hard to read but I could make it out. I think it said PLEH only all the letters were backwards. I guess they ain’t too good with letters. I don’t know what PLEH means. Must be their name.
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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