Things haven't been the same since the...replication. Everywhere I look...I see him. His stupid face is forever burned in my mind; ever since...he has ascended from this earthly plane and has become the Bowl Cut God. He has blessed everyone he's seen with a bowl cut, I though, managed to escape. My luscious locks will not be tainted with his outdated cut! I slowly step back and feel something bump me from behind, the smell of magic Coke on his breath.
"Hello...Zachariah."
My blood ran cold as I turned around to see...him in his godly form. A flash of light engulfs me before I too, had a bowl cut. Everyone welcomes me with open arms, I hate this.
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Creative Writing the Thirteenth
General FictionThis is a collection of random stories I have made for my creative writing class. I am planning on taking the class again next year, my senior year, but I will make a new book for that year as this collection is only for the school year 2021-2022. T...
