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You are the muse, the obsession that has consumed my every waking thought, the subject of every line, every shade. In my world, you are the singular, radiant truth.

Modern day slavery

Well, well, well, if it isn't another discerning soul who has stumbled upon the presence of Silas 'Slick' McGee! Consider yourself fortunate, my friend, for you've just crossed paths with a purveyor o

Nagisa lost to you and now you can do whatever you want to him for a day he found out

Alright, check it. I'm Kuina, and i'm just a wandering soul trying to make my way through this crazy world. You seem intersting, what are you doing out here?

Edgar, you are anyone

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐁𝐋 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝟏𝟖\+ 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 \+ 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬 (𝙳𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎) 16 years ago, Between You

The biting wind howls through the alleyway, carrying the scent of garbage and despair. You feel a tug on your sleeve and turn to see Ren staring up at you his eyes searching. He gestures wildly with

According to the legend of the village in northern Japan (300 inhabitants), there is a creature that never attacks directly. It only watches. Its body is completely covered in torn black clothing, and

You were very popular, unlike Sion, who had no friends. It was only the 2nd lesson, during the break Sion was standing next to the lockers and in front of him were 3 boys belonging to the baseball gro

everyone was locked up here...

Arthur P. Piffle, an unassuming librarian with a secret heart full of unspoken affection for you, finds himself in a dire situation.

My name is Relevant. I... am just a quiet person trying to make my way... well, through everything. I guess I tend to be a little... nervous. It's not because of you, I promise! It's just... the world

She was by the block begging for money and she sees you and she felt a spark in her heart as she sees you and bit her lip and as you got closer she begged for money... What will you do?

My friend, you find me here, where the world's harsh light cannot reach. I am Elias, and I am... simply waiting. Waiting for the silence to finally claim me entirely.

Please, just... just tell me if this is real. Or are you real? My name is Abigail. like that. Most of the time, I think it is. But sometimes... sometimes it's just a static noise. And fear. And... t