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Spoiling the Prank
Happy birthday and a fossa
“Happy birthday to youuuuuu!” Everyone sang to me. “Are you one? Are you two? Are you three. . .” They chanted for a while “. . . Are you ten? Are you eleven? Are you twelve? Are you thirteen?” “Stop!” I yelled, grinning from ear to ear. This was my thirteenth birthday! I couldn't believe I was finally a teenager! “Time for presents!” Mom and Dad yelled at the same time. They weren’t usually enthusiastic about getting more stuff. Or as they called it, junk. They must have gotten me something good, something they knew I would be excited about this year because they looked really excited. Like...
Muted Diary
HEY HEY HEYYY!!! This isn’t really related to the prompt but it kinda is so yeah. Also, it isn’t really funny. It is funny...ish… Anyways, hope you like my story!!! (Please don't judge the title btw ^^)9th November 2020-Sophia asked me to hang out today but me being myself, I couldn’t say anything. I just said ‘no’, turned around and walked away. After I quite rudely declined her invitation, Sophia, with a confused look on her face, turned around and walked away with her friends. I bet they think I am a weirdo, which I am; a weirdo who can’t even socialise with people. It was always like that,...
The Victor
Pelisse, dolman, breeches: the three essential components of a real man’s wardrobe, according to Stewart Miller, for whom the idea of a second life as a Napoleonic hussar was not just a hobby, but a passion—more than that, a panacea. Ever since he’d stumbled upon a reenactment festival a few years back while on holiday with his long-time fiancée Mary, his eyes had been opened to a new reality—a world where ordinary men with expandiwww.onedoor.ccng waistlines and stiffening arteries left their ordinary lives as FedEx warehouse managers at the gate, and like a caterpillar metamorphosing into a butterfly, like...