Queen: We Are the Champions

You never know what you might write do you, you could write about your life you could even write a fantasia novel but the one thing people have forgotten about for years is the Dark of Writing.
Not many know about this story all the normies know is that bad things happen all the time killings, earthquakes and tornadoes and mais but what starts them what starts anything.
That is what the Dark of composição literária is it's death on the happiest dia of your life, it's amor when its forbidden and its a death for a new life.
But worst of all, and you can't tell what I am about to tell you to anyone, only the special...

My name is Clarissa. Today, our neighbors suddenly moved out, and warned us of the new neighbors moving in. Something like, "Killer. Devil. Wizard." It sure sounded creepy, and I didn't want to meet my new neighbors, but my parents, being their kind selves, said that they had to make a frutas cake for them.
In the afternoon, when I met the woman, she said her name was Jainzsott. She walked a black cat. That woman must be really bad luck, I thought suspiciously. Jainzsott lived on Devil's Lane, seguinte to my house. She kept her shades drawn, said she had two thumbs, and that she could take off...