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A Painted Place
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Ongoing, First published Apr 28, 2018
In a post-apocalyptic life where there was nothing but a red and white spotted mushroom and a couple of decaying trees and a bucket of yellow paint in a wheat field with nothing else, would you be able to figure out how to make a society completely made out of paint? 
// Based on an actual dream I had. 
-Not a fanfiction.
-Will be detailed.
-Mentions of suicide.
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"I was still conscious, although I wished I wasn't..." A story of how someone considered as a green-haired freak comes across the only other person he's been able to be friends with, a guy that we actually can't really call human... I finally got to work on my story-idea when I realised I could write while on the train to uni and back home :) So, this is it! It's situated in the 19th century mostly, but it isn't really mentioned in the story itself. I'll probably add my own drawings as a cover (Done!) Feel free to comment your feedback! I want to improve, but that's only possible when I hear about the flaws from you guys. So if you spot mistakes, spelling errors or if you have some advice, don't hesitate and tell me! ^^ Anyway, that's more than enough time wasted, I hope you enjoy reading!