I’m FINALLY finished with my short story. If you want to read it, click here. is where I’m keeping stuff I create. The story is currently untitled.
The story is basically a fictionalized telling of one of my childhood memories, as cheesy as that sounds. When I was younger, I randomly decided that it would be fun to peel all the bark off of a dozen or so christmas trees in the christmas-tree orchard my parents owned. The story is about “Megan” (psudo-emily) and how she does this, and how she deals with the guilt of lying about it.
If you read it, thanks thanks. Help me think of a title if you want, or let me know how much the story sucks, and specifically where so I can make it better.
And yeah… I have to send a little note out there to my dad too. :) I’m curious if my dad remembers this happening. I gave the “older brother” character in the story the same name as my real brother too.
ANyway… I’m going to be late for work now. bleh.
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