Biking, late night summers, falling in love, a yearning for adventure, and the color yellow: a poetry collection about introspection, love, and change from my own life, all the way up until I turned 20.
Hi, here I'm going to be posting my own creepypastas. They are going to be about goshts, myths, crime, mystical beings and much more. So tag along if you want to read something scary...
I also want to point out that these are my own stories. I have not taken them from the internet or anywhere else. That also means that I would apriciate if no one stole them since I worked very hard on them. Btw you can also read my stories on reddit. @aqkw55
Neumann Sconce is his name, yet he does not know this fact.
He wonders what life was, is, and will be as he wanders a realm where imaginings hold either presence or absence of color. To seek the singular version of his truth in a world that offers many versions is his mission.
Soon he will discover hues of sanity in the many twisted tales of madness he will uncover – stories that are not even his own yet are pivotal to his success. Whether his hands do good or not will determine his fate.