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Bless us and splash us, Precious! Is it a reader? Is it friendly? Is it polite? Does it likeses to read our book? Alright! Here we go! Follow us, Hobbitses! [[I do not own Smeagol/Gollum. I hope you enjoy!]]

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Bawse (n.) Someone who does not survive life, but conquers it. A human being who exudes confidence, turns heads, reaches goals, finds inner strenght, gets hurt efficiently and smiles genuinely- because they've fought through it all and made it out the other side. Writing like a bawse means that you don't write for money, approval, or fame. It means you write for the sake of writing and you don't care what it'll bring you.

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The earth is in shambles. When a catastrophic event destroys the last farm on Earth, Dorothy is forced to leave her Aunt Em and Uncle Henry with her robotic dog Toto. Landing on the strange and beautiful planet of Oz, Dorothy accidentally kills the Master of the enslaved Munchkin people, sending her on a journey more dangerous than anything she had ever faced on earth. Hunted by the Wicked Witch of the West and her flying monkeys, Dorothy teams up with an adroid with unreliable memory storage, a cyborg who is externally more robot than human, and a genetically engineered lion that's intellectual yet cowardly. Things in Oz are not all stars and yellow brick roads... sinister plots, power struggles, and political turmoil linger in ever nook and cranny of the planet, even the beloved Emerald City... Dorothy and her friends soon find themselves forced to choose sides and learn where their loyalties truly lie. ***Special thanks to @My_Night_Light for the gorgeous cover***

Welp, it's the beginning of my adulthood. It's the scariest hood there is. Join me as I do more adult-y things while I continue to try to grasp at the remaining straws of my childhood.

Various short stories in science fiction, dystopian, and post-apocalyptic settings.

I am autistic. I was the girl who could spin for several minutes on end without getting dizzy. I was the girl who couldn't stand the texture of mashed potatoes or certain fabrics but could could get a shot without so much as even flinching. I was the girl who could be interested in one topic for months on end without getting bored of it. I was, I am, and always will be autistic.