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πππ π ππππππ πππππππ ππππ ππππ.
The witches upped their defenses and offenses without the use of magic; the tyrant wants them dead
π―π πππππ
πππ πππ ππππππππ, ππππ ππ ππ πππππ
πππ ππππ ππππ? ππ ππππ ππππππππ?
I needed a kick-start to get things going. So, I use the Path Finder (remember when I said that I can see alternate dimensions?) to see if there was any alternate universe in which Isabella told me wh...
A poem describing myself, inspired by someone recently explaining me as confused.
a fairy tale about enchantment, magic spells, and a witch trapped in a tower
As long as we don't talk about it, it didn't happen right? right?
Chapter 1 in a paranormal romance novel I'm working on.
The stories which mist upward from here tell the tales of an ancient land, its history archived through the many years its been inhabited by the peoples and races both old and new. The regions its hol...
Part I It was midnight in Fairyland, and a moonless night sky flooded the Forest of Wrin with darkness. Goom couldn't sleep despite his exhaustion.
Goom awoke the next morning, grateful for his first night of restful sleep in several days, but that only lasted until Goom saw that the minstrels were gone and they'd stolen everything. "No! No!" Go...
Plodding down the deck of dreams A wall of smoke intervenes
"π―ππ ππππ πππ πππ πππππππ ππ ππππ ππππ?β π―π ππππ, ππππ
πππ π ππππππ πππππππ ππππ ππππ.
The witches upped their defenses and offenses without the use of magic; the tyrant wants them dead
π―π πππππ
πππ πππ ππππππππ, ππππ ππ ππ πππππ
πππ ππππ ππππ? ππ ππππ ππππππππ?
I needed a kick-start to get things going. So, I use the Path Finder (remember when I said that I can see alternate dimensions?) to see if there was any alternate universe in which Isabella told me wh...
A poem describing myself, inspired by someone recently explaining me as confused.
a fairy tale about enchantment, magic spells, and a witch trapped in a tower
As long as we don't talk about it, it didn't happen right? right?
Chapter 1 in a paranormal romance novel I'm working on.
The stories which mist upward from here tell the tales of an ancient land, its history archived through the many years its been inhabited by the peoples and races both old and new. The regions its hol...
Part I It was midnight in Fairyland, and a moonless night sky flooded the Forest of Wrin with darkness. Goom couldn't sleep despite his exhaustion.
Goom awoke the next morning, grateful for his first night of restful sleep in several days, but that only lasted until Goom saw that the minstrels were gone and they'd stolen everything. "No! No!" Go...
Plodding down the deck of dreams A wall of smoke intervenes