I'm eighteen, I'm in OPP, I live the thug life, I smoke weed every day, I don't take shit from nobody, and I write fanfiction for a show about magical ponies.
It's spooky month and to celebrate I'm busting out the Zombie Deimos and the new name. Also a chapter update for Living Like a Princess, arguably the spookiest story on this god forsaken site.
Thank you for sending us the enclosed submission. While we’re not able to use it in our publication, we recognize that it indicates promise, especially for the age of its author. Keep writing and reading, and take classes if you can. Best of luck to you.
It's starting to happen. I just submitted two poems to the New Yorker, and plan on submitting them to other literary magazines shortly. Christ, you have no idea how nerve wracking this is. It's like the first time I posted something on here, except with much higher standards. I know my chances of getting even one of them published are extremely slim, but... Damn. Oh well, if it
In celebration of recent month changes, I've become more spooky than ever. Expect nothing else to change, I'm still going to be the lovable loathed, kind mean, inspiration dream killer that I've always been.
Word usage...
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1403982 How spooky.
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