Typronia Stories

I stared off into space during the rainy midnight outside. I saw him from a distance and he wrote things down in his notebook and left. But then, he left. Who was he? Anyway, my name is Kim Hermann and I'm 15. And this is what happened.

[CANCELLED AND MOVED] "Were you able to get out of bed this morning?" he asked, staring into the water. His voice was soothing, with the rasp of a fire. "I..." My breathing spiked. "I don't remember. I think so. I'm here now, right?" "But did you have the will?" ***I will also be posting this story on Royal Road from now on