From the moment I could both read and write, I have felt the urge to press pencil to paper, my fingers always accompanied by the burning desire to tell a story. I'm not sure when it was but I think it must have been kindergarten because one of my very first memories at school was of me writing down on a piece of paper every word of the page I was reading. It was a children's book and I think that maybe we were supposed to be writing something of our own, I was just so fascinated by the story that I couldn't help but to write it down. That being said, my memory is not the most reliable, but I still find it to be a statement that I did that so young and felt such satisfaction from writing itself even then.
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Stories by Kalvin Richard
Drowning Inceptions by FloppyDiskus
Drowning Inceptions
I don't know where I'm going with this; I'm just here to have fun going on an alchemical-themed sci-fi journe...
How I Met My Mother by FloppyDiskus
How I Met My Mother
My story up until now, as I remember it. Trigger warnings include: molestation/rape, suicide/self-harm, drugs...
Hard Truths by FloppyDiskus
Hard Truths
Just one poem, for now. I just couldn't help but to go ahead and publish this, I've gotten such good feedback...
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