Hello fellow viewers.
I have some news for you, it short but might be worth your time.
Writing Manifest Summoning is difficult for me, its most likely because of school, lack of interest, rowing, need to research and several stuff often about lack of interest.
One, stories are often hard to write. You got to make a setting (either making one up or use real locations or simply make one up based on a real location), plot, characters, etc, etc.
Which are the obstacles of writing a Manifest Summoning chapter- and often times abandoning a few chapters.
Two, school is a pain for most of us with tests, quizzes and other stuff as well as homework. Some of you may relate to this as I often see authors telling their readers that they got college, highschool or something.
So to make this short: I decided to stop writing Manifest Summoning, the fanfic can still be read but dont expect me to write new chapters.
But dont let your hopes down, I got some new works for me to show. And I want YOU to see these works.
So when you have time to read my newly published fanfics/books/insert-something, please do. Really helps me.
So then I'll see you around, Astronaut.
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In a stormy night, Lyndon Johnson slept. He keeps dreaming about 'conflict in another world', often at times mumbling fictional people's names or something.
His doctors, workers and wife tells him that its a nightmare. Which he often agrees with.
"Nooo... We shouldn't... Nuke... The-" The President mumbled when a loud thunder roared, jolting the President up.
"AHHH, good lord." He said to himself, his butler opened the door.
"Is everything alright Mr. President?" His butler asked.
"Yes-yes, and can you get me some glass of water. I REALLY need to talk to a therapist."
The End
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Manifest Summoning
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