The following story was something I wrote for a creative writing class. It's not fantasy, but I thought I'd share it anyways. Due to the sensitive subject matter, I recommend you don't read it if easily triggered.
Wannalemic
Ryan wasn’t attractive or smart and I don’t think he ever dated a...
Brown hair and brown eyes swimming with secrets I will never know
Pale skin drawn tight over white bones
He hugs me and we bask in the warmth of his oversized sweater.
He is not mine, not mine, not mine . . .
I must remember not mine, not mine, not mine.
He will never be mine.
Twig legs...
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