I INTRODUCE TO YOU PEOPLE, A NEW THING I MADE. I HONESTLY CALL IT A STRAT. BECAUSE I RAN OUT OF IDEAS BUT I STILL FORCE THEM OUT SOMETIMES TO MAKE UNHOLY UNLOVABLE DISGUSTING SLIME THAT YOU FIND IN SEWERS-

It DOSENT even deserve to be called good content or content. Let's just call it "baby's little scrotom"-

SO, WELCOME TO A NEW THING CALLED THAT IS ONLY(probably) ONLY AVAILABLE IN WATTPADD (insert horray sounds)

"MINI CHAPTERS" OR "3 IN ONE, TOTAL SAVE YOUR LAZY ASS TO READ THE BAD SHIT SHORT STORIES I MADE IN THIS PATHETIC ÞHUNG CALLED A BOOK WHIVH DESERVES TO SHOVE DOWN IN SATAN'S ASSHOLE"

(...I'm bored while I was writing this so I was kinda in a crack mode..-)

WHATEVER YOU LIKE TO CALL IT! BECAUSE I DONT FUCKING CARE MOTHER FUCKER-
(Okay I'm sorry lovely little readies if I somehow hurted yall-)

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Let's stay with some sanity to make it professional since I sometimes like acting what I cant-

Anyway, these are a new thing called mini chapters, I dont think I'm good at explaining things so I'll try my best for your big brain to understand my small pp energy .

I call it "  X-mini chapters" as you all know this book if full of random stories, each chapter has a random story on it like a book, its first page is about  desperate love then the next page is a dramatic downfall of a hero.

The x-mini chapters are like that, only little bits of a story that I barely  thought through and put it in one chapter. I put an "x" because idk how many amount of random short stories I'll tell you people in a chapter.

ANYWAYS! I have two short stories and I'm glad that you all will fucking hate it-
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Prosthetics

It's been a few days after the accident, a lot of victims died and some barely survived, including me...apparantly. I suppose God gave me a purpose to live? I don't know, I'm only a little glad that I survived by sheer luck.

A lot of people lost a huge part of theirselves, physically and mentally. It's kinda scary that I  still have the mental capacity for myself to not be in some state of shock or go crazy.

I didn't lost my mentality, maybe for now I guess? Oooooohhhhhhh so scary! Haha.

It was true that I was still properly acting normal with my mentality but for my physical state? I think you should take a look for it.

Forty eight percent of my body are now prosthetics, my face is barely even a face beneath the mask. I don't wanna go into too much detail to it but I'll still describe it.

Imagine a lovely fresh baked pie on a wooden table, let's say that pie is my face. A guy comes it with a heavy metal bat and begins to smash the pie. Do you know what does a smashed pie look like? If you don't then imagine it.

Did you get the picture? Yeah....that's my 'lovely' face of mine, pretty disgusting dont ya think?

"Millie! Diner's ready!" My dad called me from the kitchen, I stood up from my bed and put on my plastic prosthetic mask.

"Coming!" I shouted so he could hear me.

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This mini story has no plot and I just forced it out while I was staring at my screen trying make a story. I suddenly thought about a game called "Sally face" I immediately remembered  sal's signature look. His prosthetic's mask.

As I said, these are short scenarios I randomly made up with no plot. I'm capable with making those short tiny scenarios into a story.

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That one little weird boy
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A large object struck that the tree so hard that it made the leaves fall off. It swayed in the air like it was dancing all the way down.

As I look from my chair, I saw a little dark skinned boy with a bike. It obviously looks like he crashed, he has a red helmet on.

He has a white and black striped shirt, a yellow jacket, black skinny jeans and some sneakers.

He didn't looked hurt, he was just weird. I'm not saying that he has any weird and disgusting details on him. There was this large fat calico cat on the tree that he crashed, he was still on the bike.

The cat looked laughing earlier when he was trying to stop the bike but when the boy crashed, it immediately turned into a serious facial expression.

But now at the present, the boy was shouting at the cat to telling it to come down. The cat was being a bad(bitch) kitty and wasn't following him. He was getting started at by people who was judging me but he looked too focus on the cat.

"Get down from there cassie!" He shouted then a few meow came out of the cat's mouth. He frowned and replied.

"Mom is ganna get mad at me! I wont have enough time for my date"

Yup, his crazy.

Or at least, turning crazy. Talking to a cat, those two kept on talking each other or should I say having a cat talk?

They both look so crazy and weird, it took a few mintues for the boy to have enough of it. He climbed on the tree and grabbed the cat.

He put the cat at the basket that was connected to his bike and drive back home, the cat was meowing so loudly as if he was whining or something like that.

It was obvious that the cat didn't want to go with the boy. I sigh and took my mind of that.

I fix my seating position on the chair and grabbed my tea from the table right in front of me. The pink petal colored dress that I was wearing is my mother's. I just wanna put that out all there....yeah have that lol

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I did it from a bystander's view-

Anyway that's all I could think for now and I guess this would be a good enough chapter for yall so I wont be dead hehe.

Anyway peace out and I'll try not to be dead and that's a promise.