Dream POV:
Ink fluidly rushes out of my paper and expresses my thoughts on a previously blank page. Write! That is all I think of. Write or your job will be taken away.
Write or you will loose your shot.
Write or you will miss your page in the textbooks.
Write or history will get bored. History has taken a mere glance at what I have done, but will it continue to stare at every bold action I take? Will it be worth mentioning my family on one page, then me on the others? History has its eyes on me.
Write.
Write.
Write.
KNOCK!
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Away From The War ~ A Dreamnotfound Fanfiction
Short StoryIn a secluded luscious garden, far far away, two boys have their first interaction. They find their safe place within each other, a place away from the violence and blood shed. Away from the war. WARNING! Technoblade is used in this story. I underst...
