This is a story for my aunt who died of cancer in January. She always told me that one day I would become a rich and famous author, so this, my first story, is dedicated to her, and anyone else who's always believed in someone else's dream, even if they weren't always there to see it come true. For you Melou- you'd better be reading it up there.
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Anodyne
FantasyAlyssa is dead. She thinks. And she is somewhere. But she's not exactly sure where somewhere is. And then the voices start. And they give her a choice. Die (again), or help them. It's the choice that could change her (after)life; and doesn't seem t...
