Stories by Introverted_African
drag
your dear friend's sat in front of the mirror, humming away a tune you don't recognize. makeup - something Di...
dead girl walking
the dead have begun to walk. not the skeletons in the cemeteries, no, it's the fresh ones in the mortuary, in...
Sanction
A very short story written for my English class's creative writing unit. Thought I would post it on here beca...