She said her name was Monday.
Dull.
Drab.
Dreary.
She wished she was a Friday.
Dazzling.
Dauntless.
Daring.
She wanted to be dangerous.
Bad.
Brash.
Bloody.
I call my darling Sunday.
Lazy.
Laughing.
Lovely.
Monday, My Sunday
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Hi everyone! I'm a young girl on twenty-one, who is currently taking the bachelor Popular Fiction at the South Gate Society School of Creative Writing. Here I'll study every kind of writing, which means this website will be about anything from short stories to poems. I will write everything from my preferred subject - fantasy - to experimental texts, where I'll try to grow as an author. Enjoy! View all posts by mariasjostrand
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