Just a short horror story that needs constructive criticism.

written at Christmas, about the birth of Christ and what it means for loneliness and peace

I wrote a short comedy poem about a guy who is obsessed with candy canes, what do you think?

Justice Walls has grown up in a feminist family. She has always gone to a small private feminist school and been surrounded by like-minded peers. Everything changes when her mother gets a new job and the family moves. There are no private feminist schools near her new house so she has to go to public school. How will her classmates react to her radical ideas?

Between the hellish hordes of the blood-thirsty Crimsoneers and the corrupt society within the futuristic Syndicate's reign of tyranny, it's truly a mystery how anybody is expected to keep their head straight when caught between the crossfire of these terrifying menaces as they wreak mayhem to eliminate each other. 2019-2020, All Rights Reserved.

I've heard some of the strangest questions.... One-shot.