Clay hated toast so much. It was always tasted dry and never had any flavour. Nothing ever had flavour. He once woke up extremely bored and wanted something to do. He fell out of bed and onto the legos he had scattered across his floor. He once overheard someone say that they hurt so now he just walks on them in hope of feeling pain. But there was never any pain or flavour. Once Clay reached the kitchen, he growled in disgust. B r e a d. He didn't mind bread but he didn't like it either.
The Monday Kids
By RubberyGoose
This will be a collection of stories me and my friends wrote about a group of our OCs. More