Fiction

“Hi, can we be friends?” said the guy with the pitchfork in a creepy voice.
“Ok?” said the teacher. 
“Good very good.” said the guy with the pitchfork in a creepy voice.

    [Garrett, Rhogan, and Sajlem (All humans) enter simultaneously and sit down]

    I will never be the same.

     My life changed exactly three years ago. Not in some big, phenomenal way, but in a small, barely noticeable way. My name is Henry, and I want to tell you about something that happened to me in fourth grade.

     My life changed exactly three years ago. Not in some big, phenomenal way, but in a small, barely noticeable way. My name is Henry, and I want to tell you about something that happened to me in fourth grade.

The Day My Sister Realized Reality was True

    My life changed exactly three years ago. Not in some big, phenomenal way, but in a small, barely noticeable way. My name is Henry, and I want to tell you about something that happened to me in fourth grade.

    My life changed exactly three years ago. Not in some big, phenomenal way, but in a small, barely noticeable way. My name is Henry, and I want to tell you about something that happened to me in fourth grade.

    This is a story about a boy named Clyde. Clyde is a ten year old boy that loves to                       ski. He was at his first ski race and he was a little nervous.

Test
 

The snow falls heavily around the eviscerated car. My swollen eyelids struggle to flutter open, but when I finally manage to pry them open, I regret it instantly. My hair is hanging limply above me, just barely touching the dented roof of the car.

“You can have one wish to change something that has happened today.” The Angel said, hovering above me.