I like to write sad, dystopian lesbian love stories. That is all you really need in life.
The Lonely People
The Lonely People A story about a person, who went by the name Clemintine, who can’t tell dreams from reality. Clementine was born sometime in the near future or the present or the near past, it all depends on how you look at it. She was born in a town with his sister, their dad, and her mom. He was the perfect child anyone could ever ask for. But like all good stories, this one came to an end quickly. It was the year 2055. Society was so advanced that children started becoming addicted to electronics before even out of the whom. It was a corrupt world, with a corrupt government that ruled over it all. It was the end of the world but nobody knew that yet.
Slow And Steady Wins The Race
Slow And Steady Wins The Race The Tortoise And The Hare was the only story I remember that my mom read to me. In my opinion, this story sucks, but it has a good moral. Before I say that I am gonna rant about how much it sucks. As a young chap, this was my go-to bed story, when I was seven. It was a simple story and wasn’t confusing. That was great because I could read at all in the first grade. But now that I am reading it back, the story kind of sucks, it’s still my favorite and it will always have a place in my heart for this story.
Racist People A lot of the time I didn’t fit in because people had different skin colors than me. Racism sucks. A lot. I have experienced it first hand at my old school. Sometimes it was by accident and sometimes on purpose. I’m African American and I went to a private catholic school, that was majority white American. That was a cruel place but I had a few good learning experiences. And I made some really good friends. Everyone has their hardships and times they didn’t fit in and now I will talk about mine and make it sound more tragic than it is because that’s usually how these types of storytelling go.
We Are All Dead
We Are All Dead A post-war diary entry about a heart-shaped locket. Dear My Beloved Susan, I hope this finds you at home. It’s the year 2370. I sadly won’t be able to come home, my dear. They bombed our one way of getting back and the government is taking our food and bombing us some more. We have no chance of survival. I have the heart-shaped locket that you made me before I left and I will hold it in my hands until death sets me apart. Please tell Timothy that mommy won’t be coming home from war. My comrades are dying like ants when a small child steps on them.
Ghost Ship The Mary Celeste was the only unsolved mystery that I got into. I hate unsolved mysteries. They give the creeps and make me wanna hide under the covers and never see the light of day again. Mary Celeste was one that interested me and since it happened in 1872 I should be fine. That was a long while ago, unlike some mysteries that happened in 2016 or something along those lines, it was a while ago, so it doesn’t scare me as much. I will now explain what happened to The Mary Celeste and why it is an unsolved mystery.