This part is coming soon. In the meantime, here's a short story I wrote about a fart.
Today I farted in public. I tried to hide it, and pass it off like the old lady beside me did it, but I could tell she knew it was me. But for one second, and because she was old, I could also tell she thought it might have been her. That's what happens when you're old. You never really know if you farted or not. I can't wait to be old. The End.