"Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked, she always did. "What? of course I do." Doubt flooded her mind as she thought if the words that he had spoken were actually true.
I wrote this story when I was a fifth grader. I'm very new here, I dunno much about Commaful but I'm sure that I will do my best. This is a story bout a boy who was kidnapped by a gang and then adopte...
John's drowning in debt and all of his closest friends are succeeding without him. But could this odd, cult-like group and their promiscuous goddess turn things around for this broken man? Possibly......
"Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked, she always did. "What? of course I do." Doubt flooded her mind as she thought if the words that he had spoken were actually true.
I wrote this story when I was a fifth grader. I'm very new here, I dunno much about Commaful but I'm sure that I will do my best. This is a story bout a boy who was kidnapped by a gang and then adopte...
John's drowning in debt and all of his closest friends are succeeding without him. But could this odd, cult-like group and their promiscuous goddess turn things around for this broken man? Possibly......