Everybody get quiet and pretend to know what you're doing.
Un-existing here to publish whatever high school literary nonsense I may have written whilst embracing my crazed night owl in the 3 AMs.
Carry on, my wayward son.
Story by That's Splendiferous.
A Strange Day in July
"He threw with all his might, but the third stone came skipping back."
In my English 11 class, we g...
