My fiction.
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Thsi is that Charles fiction I wrote. I hope you all like it because I really like what I read hear. Everyone writes good and i want to be as good as that. I sent a story someone wrote to my best friend. I told her i wrote it and she said it was really good so I want to be that good.
She edited this for me so my fic won't have all my typos lolo
I was waiting for surgery to start while the creetins were off playing pranks as usual. Since they were gone, I reached under my pillow and pulled out the photo I just got in the mail. It was of my beloved, though noone knew he and i were in love.
I sighed, rolling over and stroking the photo. No one could ever know since he was married and a guy like me. Everyone tells me i could have any girl I want now that i lost all that weight (no one likes a fatty) but I only want Frank.
It was an accident that we ever spoke. I found some of his stuff under my bunk when I moved into the camp and after asking Pottter for the address, I sent the stuff to Frankie. He mailed me back to say thank you and we started talking more. Letters, phone calls, and one quick trip to Japan and now we are in love.
As the call goes out for wounded, I sigh, hiding the photo again. 'I will have you completely, my love' I thought, leaving.
BTW-- some of the people here are really mean and you guys should work on fixing that. FREE PARIS!
She edited this for me so my fic won't have all my typos lolo
I was waiting for surgery to start while the creetins were off playing pranks as usual. Since they were gone, I reached under my pillow and pulled out the photo I just got in the mail. It was of my beloved, though noone knew he and i were in love.
I sighed, rolling over and stroking the photo. No one could ever know since he was married and a guy like me. Everyone tells me i could have any girl I want now that i lost all that weight (no one likes a fatty) but I only want Frank.
It was an accident that we ever spoke. I found some of his stuff under my bunk when I moved into the camp and after asking Pottter for the address, I sent the stuff to Frankie. He mailed me back to say thank you and we started talking more. Letters, phone calls, and one quick trip to Japan and now we are in love.
As the call goes out for wounded, I sigh, hiding the photo again. 'I will have you completely, my love' I thought, leaving.
BTW-- some of the people here are really mean and you guys should work on fixing that. FREE PARIS!