This is the project I have been planning for a year now, and I'm excited to finally start this, but I still have one other project on hold and too many ideas with no place to put them, so all I can say is that I'll try my best.
Like with everything that I write, some themes may be uncomfortable, and I strongly advise you to not push yourself.
Remember, this is me trying to grow out of fanfiction and doing my first original work, so I cherish every piece of constructive criticism that I get.
Trigger warnings as of right now include:
-Suicide
-Addiction
-Body Horror
-Religious Trauma
-Abuse
-Cult-ish Traditions
-Violence
-Mentions of Self-Harm
Comments and votes are greatly appreciated, I live off of them.
Lastly, fuck Grammarly, I hate that it's the only free platform, and the mobile version nearly sends me to the psych ward.
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The Boy I Met On the Roof
Horror"You wanna have a drag? I've got more than I could ever finish." The boy, Noah, asks, holding the three-quarter burned down cigarette between his middle and pointer finger. Dustin doesn't smoke, but considering he isn't going to live long enough for...
