Mitchel recently alerted me to the fact that, to an outside view, my recent ten stories don't make... any sense.

One day in a various class, I was very bored with two very wonderful people. And Alicia ( ) asked for a story. Which ended up roughly being [link] . But the boredom ensued, and slowly the stories grew.

Anyway, a trimester passed. And a lot of stories went digitally unrecorded because they were in various notebooks. So sometimes they went right onto dA, which ended up sort of being a recording ground for them.


Here's the secret about the stories: They aren't supposed to make /any/ sense. At all. So little sense, that they will take sense away and leave you, my dear person, with negative sense. Pretty much around negative five. Like that, see that? I just made that up. Negative sense? Nobody can understand that!


So.. The moral of the story is, if you give an overgrown little kid too much time and slight writing skills, you get a