Well this is awkward ◉‿◉
Yes, hi, hello, tis I, with a story. But not just any story. Tis an original story, as in not a fanfiction!
After a whole lot of writer's block, late nights, inordinate amounts of research, more writer's block, and other various plagues of an amateur author who takes her hobbies too seriously, I've made the bad decision to produce this work, and I really hope you enjoy it.
I've grown up on a healthy diet of fairytales and mythology, and I'm so so excited to world build a sort of mythological fairytale of my own. I'm going to take my time on it. I want it to be good (that's expecting a lot, I know) so I hope you'll bear with me and stick around. Your support would mean a lot because I really don't want to give up on this story.
So uhhh without further fanfare, here is the product of a random idea I got while eating spaghetti. It was really good spaghetti btw.
-Corinne
YOU ARE READING
When Spring Died
Fantasy"𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑...𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑." In Frantsiya, spring is eternal. The sun always shines, not a single tree withers, and that's how it has always been. Queen Ivette Soleil could never imagine...
