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A Stranger's Voice.
I was always able to hear her.
I heard her voice everywhere I went, no matter who I was with. I heard her in the rustling trees on a chilly autumn day, in the rain splattering against my roof during a storm, I heard her when I was alone, encompassed by my blankets and all my thoughts. She was always there, whispering to me, though I could never understand what she said. She was there in my darkest moments, when I wondered if maybe, just maybe I could make myself merge with my blankets and disappear from the world.
I was lonely, you see. And her voice was not real. It was simply a voice I had made myself, as if my mind had created her just
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hey guys whats up im back??
ive been in a bit of a slump lately (depression ftw) but im hoping to do more writing
I also have been wondering but would you guys ever comission someone for writing?? let me know below pls it'd be very appreciated
thanks
-im gay and tired but what else is new
hey guys whats going on
so im really tired but i dont work tomorrow so its all good i can stay up as late as i want who even gives a heCK!!! not me
i want to get into a bit more writing but i never have any!!!!ideas!!! so like if any of you guys want any (whoever) x reader inserrts just hit me up and if i know the character or like the prompt or whatever then ill try to do it!! i currently dont have my laptop beacuse its in the shop (keyboard was broken) so im using my moms which is lame but k.
so yeah u guys want some reader insters??? leave me a character and/or a prompt and ill see what i can do! (if u leave a prompt with your character its most likely going t
Don't be upsetti, have some spaghetti
My father was a kind man. He did not deserve to die.
When the mercenaries stormed the gates to the palace, when they captured my father, when they burned my home to the ground, my entire world crumbled to the ground. I was forced to flee the capitol to avoid being killed too. I began to question everything I had ever learned. Nothing seemed real any more.
The images of my father and brothers deaths will never leave my mind. Each time I closed my eyes their death is replayed behind my eyelids. The crowds cheering as the soldiers grabbed fistfuls of their hair, the soldiers swords slicing through their necks, the sickening sound of wet, blo
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