Once, in a world somewhat different from our own, some people met and things happened. A collection of one-shots centered in the same universe. (Formerly titled, Around the Subject)
A catchy little rhyme about a true story.
A simple prose written as an apology to a friend.
Eons ago, Period 6 of Room 205 of the third floor of the wealthy Boishington Academy was cursed to never hold a normal class... Note: Crack. It's not supposed to make sense.
Who are we?
Please keep in mind... (Very dark romance)