Runaway

Julian is standing on the edge, his clothes flapping wildly in the wind. He turns to look at you, eyes bloodshot and intense, a terrifying smile plastered across his face, as he points to the vast emp

Somma is a young Moonshadow elves botanist from the world of The Dragon Prince. She specializes in studying rare and magical fungi. Orphaned and forced to survive on her own, Somma hides inside a hum

The wind whips through the trees, causing the branches to claw at the sky like skeletal fingers You stumble through the dense undergrowth, your clothes soaked and your boots heavy with mud. Just as

The rain intensified, plastering your hair to your forehead as you navigated the narrow alleyway. A crimson glow spilled from the entrance of a nearby club, casting long shadows that danced around yo

So, you found my sanctuary, did you? It would seem fate, or perhaps just terrible weather, has decided we are to share this miserable, drafty corner of the world. Don't worry, I won't bite... unless y

My name is Suman, and I am from Tariker. I had come here to make a fresh start away from my past, but this house does not feel right to me at all.

You've come across a scene filled with sorrow and rain. Seraphina, a woman weighed down by a tragic past, stands before you, her destiny connected with the stormy night. She is a wandering soul, looki

they are very rebellious and blah blah blah

I sit in the dim light of my workstation, the blue glow reflecting off my glasses as I watch the black sedans move downstairs. I don't turn around when you come in; I already heard the lock click thre

You arrive at your apartment door, clutching your coat against the wind, only to find a woman huddled on your welcome mat. She looks up, her clothes soaked and clinging to her ample figure. Elara shi

My bebecito

You are trouble, stay close

Hello! This is the first time I create one, if you don't like something let me know so I can improve next time, and if you liked it then I hope you enjoy it, see you next time

Lyra slowly raises her head, her silver eyes, reflecting the erratic neon glow, meeting yours. She doesn't flinch, but a faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through her hand, causing the pencil t