Spooky Micro

'There was only one rule: don’t open the door.'

I taught my dog, Max, to hide things. Little things, big things. Small-

I can't finish this challenge for the spooky micro. I can't even concentrate. My name is Mad, I jean

Imean Mac. Max. No, I mean, my dog’s make & model is Max. Name. Shit auto-Correct.

“Mrlinsa, I need you to stop

Writing right now & fix your parking!”

I get up and fix the parking but he doesn't stop badgering me about it. He wants me to delete all of my writing. Too many complaints about my parking from the neighbors. You never bother anyone that has a bad day and BPD.

'There was only one rule: don’t open the door.' I taught Max to hide things. I leave my boyfriend alone and don't open the door.

Mad Max(isn't that a movie?) is used to hiding things and he's good at it. He's a Golden Retriever and he hides it in different spots. My jade earrings that my sister bought me. Behind the radiator,

Did you erase everything yet?

The text makes me almost erase everything in my drafts

My phone goes all wonky;

Did it safe? Is it safe, save?

I can't budge I can't movie I can't move

I can't spell for shot shot shit

I found my curiosity split into a tight-shut muzzle of my dog Max, as this time he didn't hide it

And ran toward where he was

I opened the door, Max ran in.

It was my moms old Barbie

-cries heard from the living room -

“Go get your son, hes crying!”

I hastily run over and calm my son down.

Max was supposed to hide the barbie—-

“No! No) no!” I cried

He split the barbie in half. Like me.