Get to know the me behind the screen #7
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"I make a pussy purr with the stroke of my hand!" indeed!
chapter one:
castor hates everything this universe has to offer him: bullies, school, his dead parents maybe even the snow but two things keep him going. his uncle John and the stars.
And Han releases the trigger
Keep reading this even if it’s boring it gets more interesting at the end
A rhyming poem about a boy learning taboo knowledge of his father.
No, it's not my story but it's every other next door girl's story.
ok so like- my "uncle" (i call him my uncle bc he's close w/ my dad-) is in a band! They do covers and shit and they're all so fucking coollllll!!! They dont have anything rlly like- up? It's mostly l...
What I'm about to tell you is the truth, I'm not joking. I bought a cigarette rolling machine for my uncle
Seeing you again feels like a dream, and by experience, I’ve learnt that dreams could end anytime. You need to write them down: they will live as memories if you hold onto them and never let go.
I remember something that happened 30 years ago today. An uncle of mine stopped by my parents house on June 1, 1990.
It made me very angry and people are stupid when they say it's no big deal. If my uncle wasn't already dead, I'd murder him because of his damn will.
I had an uncle. His name was Norman Greene. He died twenty years ago today on June 12, 2001. He was fifty-six. Norman smoked three or four packs of cigarettes each day. He died of lung cancer. A docto...
Get to know the me behind the screen #7
***
want to participate?
tag your story #onefact
or
tag @kaylynn in your comment section
"I make a pussy purr with the stroke of my hand!" indeed!
chapter one:
castor hates everything this universe has to offer him: bullies, school, his dead parents maybe even the snow but two things keep him going. his uncle John and the stars.
And Han releases the trigger
Keep reading this even if it’s boring it gets more interesting at the end
A rhyming poem about a boy learning taboo knowledge of his father.
No, it's not my story but it's every other next door girl's story.
ok so like- my "uncle" (i call him my uncle bc he's close w/ my dad-) is in a band! They do covers and shit and they're all so fucking coollllll!!! They dont have anything rlly like- up? It's mostly l...
What I'm about to tell you is the truth, I'm not joking. I bought a cigarette rolling machine for my uncle
Seeing you again feels like a dream, and by experience, I’ve learnt that dreams could end anytime. You need to write them down: they will live as memories if you hold onto them and never let go.
I remember something that happened 30 years ago today. An uncle of mine stopped by my parents house on June 1, 1990.
It made me very angry and people are stupid when they say it's no big deal. If my uncle wasn't already dead, I'd murder him because of his damn will.
I had an uncle. His name was Norman Greene. He died twenty years ago today on June 12, 2001. He was fifty-six. Norman smoked three or four packs of cigarettes each day. He died of lung cancer. A docto...