Stories by Porcelain Rags
The Door That Creaks Is Mine (DISC...
I smirk as Angela comes up the stairs. I remain still and quiet as she goes in my room and locks the door. I...
Crossfire
"Shut it!"
They fell down, a sharp pain on their cheek. They fought back tears as they got up, slo...
Who Are You Calling Pretty Boy?
I was shot at by the guy in a black hoodie and sunglasses but I swiftly dodged it. "Stop! FBI!" I y...
