Dreams
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These are real dreams, for whenever I have one so cool or weird I have to write it down. I've been trying lucid dreaming, with little success so far. I've had a couple of fake ones where I've just dreamt that I had a lucid dream, but I haven't hit the jackpot just yet.
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Twitchy Witchy
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Not mature for the younger audiences. -------------------------------- I don't like explaining my books because when I do I tend to write out everything that happens, so I am just going to say that I come up with these horribly dark ideas and put them into books, of course these books may be sad, they may be horrible, and maybe even a bit sadistic, but in my mind they are badass, and I feel as if I should write them out. Of course they don't come out as I want them to but oh well you'll get the idea. I honestly think that they could be better but I had been told by my best friend that they are 'sadistically amazing' and that I should post them once they are finished, so meh. Yes, I know I happen to say this in each of my story descriptions but I truly do end up ruining the story if I write about it and I rather not go and spoil a book when I don't like it being done to me. There will be foul language, sexual content, some gay people, some stupidity, also some possible triggers, and most likely some grammar errors. So I'm just forewarning anyone that reads it. I also try to make each chapter 2000 words or more, I suppose if that isn't enough someone will eventually tell me so here you go. I get all of my pics from Google, so.... Hm hm Yeh. Also if by some chance someone does like my books and is inspired, at least message me before you steal the idea. Otherwise have fun and don't hate.Terminé
Warning really weird content ahead. Nothing bad in it, just weird. *occasional wait no a lot of swearing lol*
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