His hair really isn't all that special, and yet it was an intrinsic part of him, something he'd been proud of and adored. But he'd sold his soul to the ice long ago, and if he wanted to push forward, he needed to change. Even if it hurt. ~ A one-shot about Victor cutting off his long hair

Now a digital pilot for SYFY The Society knows when we're going to die. They imprint it on our arms at birth. I was supposed to die yesterday. I'm the girl who's Expired. Winner of the 2020 Readers Choice Awards Cover by @Forcade

CURRENTLY IN THE PROCESS OF BEING REWRITTEN!

❝i've delicately chosen letters to form words and words to form sentences, each sentence a colorful paint stroke on the canvas of my mind.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 27/08/16 ]