pechepetite

Joined October 2017

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Amateur in every way, but that’s ok ♡

Stories (4/0)

Possibly.
Percy pood pants, Poor pants, poo poo, Perfect pants painted poo, Prolapse?! Possibly.
By pechepetiteabout a year ago in Poets
In and out.
There once was a man named Joe, Who wanted to buy tickets for a show. He queued up online, Thinking he’d be just fine, Only to find them sold out in one go.
By pechepetiteabout a year ago in Poets
Be careful what you wish for.
Adam wasn’t a bad guy; it’s just that lately: he’d been having a streak of bad luck. That is if you can call poor spending choices and one too many nights at the pub ‘bad luck’ — hence, the drunken five-mile walk back to his flat, which would’ve been a ten-minute taxi ride if he could afford it.
By pechepetiteabout a year ago in Fiction
Lovers under a billion purple nights.
She could hear the beach, calling for their intertwined bodies, as if they had been washed up on its shore like twin sea shells sleeping with abandon.
By pechepetiteabout a year ago in Fiction