she/her, do not contact me, do not talk to me, i hate you, ect
The country of New England is in the midst of a corporation-controlled cultural movement and on the cusp of a violent revolution. Automation has reached an all-time peak, the gap between the poorest and the richest grows ever larger, and for some reason, the search engines don’t seem to know what...
"On the second day, human history had vanished overnight." The year is 202X, and Earth is a mere shell of its once former glory. The world we know now exists as a wasteland that’s been ravaged by dragon-kind—an unknown force from another realm, reminiscent of the beasts told through narrative—...
The world has ended, leaving only a girl and her demon friend to wander the scorched earth. The demon has but one request: "Take me to the Cataclysm, where the world begins." My submission for NaNoWriMo. Also posted on RoyalRoad and ScribbleHub!
I'm a shut in. I'm a (CENSORED) addict. Everyday I strap myself into a VR headset and have (CENSORED) (CENSORED) until I'm totally (CENSORED), and I'm deranged to the point where I'm not afraid to admit it. We call it being a man of culture these days. But at least I'm a good writer... I think.
i spent a whole day preparing this as a bit and now its 3am and it isnt funny anymore, like this bit is actually painfully unfunny i even drew a cover for it and everything. but if i back out now i will literally end myself so fuck me
The city of Praud is where the dregs of the universe are incarcerated for eternity, their souls unfit even by Urd to reincarnate. Debauchery runs amok in the streets like blood, and death is a legendary drug told only by the foolhardy. Grand Alchemist Luther intends to change all of that. Orig...