God, this is so cringy... I wrote this before I found the comics or knew of their existence. I wanna say I had more planned out thoughts about this story a long while after I stopped working on this, but I never wrote a revised version... Not that I know of anyway.
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Ever since the giant hurricane destroyed Arcadia Bay then slowly rebuilt after, the population has been small. I find that hard to believe when I see more people than birds or buildings. I don't know why I'm the only one who can see them. When I told my parents, my mama said jokingly "Raven, stop. You were probably high, which I hope you're not right now." Then mom softly hit her, saying she shouldn't joke about it, then turned to me saying it's my imagination confusing fantasy with reality. After that, I never brought it up again, but I'm just saying now, I call bullshit on their accusations. I swear I'm not seeing things, or high. They have talked to me. Especially, this one couple. They would always ask me about my parents. They obviously knew who they were, but I don't know the exact connection between them. I sense some parental vibes, that's just my thought anyway. So now you know. Hello, I'm Raven Price-Caulfield in Arcadia Bay and I can talk to dead people. Life is pretty strange, isn't it?
(I stopped writing here)
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Unfinished Fanfics and Original Stories/ideas
RandomStories that have been sitting in my Drive and left untouched after possibly doing the first chapter or so. Some original stories came to me from dreams and I quickly wrote them down before I forgot, while others were from prompts for a class writin...
