Dreams - The Gay Version

Dreams - The Gay Version

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WpMetadataNoticeUltima pubblicazione mar, dic 4, 2018
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"We're all a little broken. But last time I checked, broken crayons still color the same." Not all broken crayons DO color the same. Andrew "Andy" Runeheart happens to be one of those crayons. He was beaten from the time he was two, orphaned at five, and he's been in foster care ever since. He lived with the Runehearts for a bit, until they died unnaturally. People say that it was just a car accident. But Andy wants the truth. While trying to find it, he gets into an accident. A really bad one. He wakes up on a ship, to learn that he is in the year 1776. On a ship. With the Marquis de Lafayette, one extremely confused Frenchman coming to the colonies to help in their fight for independence from Britain. As time goes on, Andy stays in the 1700's, convinced he is simply in a coma. That would explain the odd flashbacks that he's been having. Right? But what about his undeniable feelings for America's favorite fighting Frenchman? Follow Andy, Lafayette, and other characters in this tale of love, adventure, heartbreak, and mystery, as they all try to figure out their lives. Will you break with them? Or laugh at their misfortune? Love the couples, or wish for a different pairing? Want to marry a character, or kill them? It's all up to you, in this boat of feelings. πŸ³οΈβ€πŸŒˆπŸ³οΈβ€πŸŒˆπŸ³οΈβ€πŸŒˆπŸ³οΈβ€πŸŒˆπŸ³οΈβ€πŸŒˆπŸ³οΈβ€πŸŒˆπŸ³οΈβ€πŸŒˆπŸ³οΈβ€πŸŒˆπŸ³οΈβ€πŸŒˆπŸ³οΈβ€πŸŒˆπŸ³οΈβ€πŸŒˆπŸ³οΈβ€πŸŒˆπŸ³οΈβ€πŸŒˆπŸ³οΈβ€πŸŒˆπŸ³οΈβ€πŸŒˆπŸ³οΈβ€πŸŒˆ Cover Art Credits @Cawchan So. I wrote a book called "Dreams" a bit ago. About a year ago, actually. I just reread it. And it fucking SUCKED. So I've made the decision to rewrite this book entirely. ANYONE CAN USE OR REPRODUCE ANY SCENE FROM THIS BOOK. HOWEVER, IF ANDY IS MENTIONED IN ANY BOOK, PLEASE PM ME FIRST OR STATE THAT @Poet_The_Philip CREATED HIM. Okay, I should probably start this book, huh? Have fun sinning, everyone! CAUTION: There is blood, gore, major and minor chara
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WARNING: this book includes blood, manipulation, cursing, and mature topics (not smut please don't think that). Feel free to click off if any of these make you uncomfortable. ~β€’~ Something about it was so mysterious about this cave, and I wanted to know more. I entered the cave and saw a red crystal sealed in ice. "Woah." I whispered. The crystal glowed and the ice shattered. I jumped back and fell to the ground, watching as the ice broke completely. My eyes widened and I looked at my hands. "Did I do that?" I asked, but before I could answer, I heard a guard shout for backup as they had heard the ice shattering. I quickly jumped up and stashed the crystal in my pocket before leaving. I crept to the cave the following day, putting the crystal back into the remains of the ice pillar. As I walked away, the crystal fell, causing it to break into a million pieces. I jumped at the sudden noise and stumbled backwards, my eyes widening as a black smog formed around the crystal. "No, no, no, no! Frick." I desperately tried to grab the remains of the crystal, causing one to cut my hand. "Ow! Shit." I whispered, looking at my bleeding hand. "Tch, tch, tch, poor child." A demonic voice said. I looked up and saw that the black smog had two red eyes and a wide, sick smile that was dripping with venom. "I- who are you?" I asked, backing up. "The one who can help you out of here." It said, stretching out a hand. I looked it up and down and before I could answer, its hand plunged into my heart, causing me to scream out in pain. (Cover art by me) This work belongs to me, @Seth189. I reserve the rights to this work and please do not repost it. It takes me a long time to come up with this stuff and it would be better to write your own work!!

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