An Autistic Bagel

Working on many stories, at once, and got an idea, for what I hope will be my biggest story yet. Morgan Willow Creed, Rosemary "Rose" Alden-Creed and their kids. Carley Nyssa Alden-Creed and James Dante Alden-Creed. But... one thing goes wrong for this 'perfect' family. And, everything... resets, and changes. Constantly. The ending... won't be released, unless one person can find all the pieces to the puzzle. It will remain unending. Just going back to the very start, until the pieces are found, and put together. It'll be a constant loop, until the paradox is ended. Their story, depends on you, the reader. Can you stop the paradox that will just make them suffer, over, and over?

Cool Bug Facts: Most versions of Morgan Creed are descendants of Björn Ironside.

I'm working on a big story. The main focus is Morgan and Rose, but I'm bringing in a character, from an older story of mine, can't spoil who it is, yet, though. A zombie apocalypse, and a nuclear war, against the undead. A story that won't focus on Morgan and Rose meeting, for the first time, and the start of their relationship... but what they'll do to keep each other alive. What they'll do, not to survive... but to live. Because, surviving... isn't living. 

So, every version of Morgan has white hair. Usually born with white hair, but a few versions of her originally had blonde hair, but after dealing with so much acute stress, so young, 

Just started watching the Devil May Cry anime... I'm excited!

Getting wasted, and playing Warzone... Fuck all of you, unless you actually follow me, or I read your stories.

Watching Jackaboy play the new Spidey game, and I think Peter dies! I'm sobbing my fucking eyes out!

So, my dad and I are not happy with each other. He wants me to make my bedroom spotless. It's clean. My brother, with leg problems, and one prosthetic leg can walk around in there. Currently staying with a friend. And my dad messaged me saying: "You better be looking for a new place to live".
          
          Fuck him. He's my dad, I do still care about him, but fuck him. He wants to give me an ultimatum? Fuck him. I'll clean my room. I'll get most of my shit out. Then, I'm fucking leaving. Won't be there, unless he's gone. So, if I don't publish shit, probably because I'm moving shit around. 
          
          Also, I have a new story, "Matters Of The Heart". It's about a hermaphrodite, and one chapter does have a sex scene, so be warned.

You may think you have seen sad shit, but...
          
          My friend's step-sister passed away around 4:00 p.m. in an ATV Accident. I went back to his house with him, after he told us what happened. I watched him, both his moms, and his (almost) adopted sister break down in tears. I watched my friend, who is extraordinarily calm, and rarely shows sadness, bawl his eyes out. And the scary thing about my reaction? I just got mad that she died. I didn't get sad. 2018 fucked me up that much. Unless they were really close to me, I don't get sad about death, just pissed off. I watched four heartbroken, grieving people struggle to comprehend that someone they love, someone not even 14, was killed in an accident.
          
          

"If this is how you win wars, then I don't wanna win."