Every fiction story I write is from the fate of 8 dice.
Every human on Earth should stop dieting on rice.
Five dragons were born on the brightest night,
Five dragons born to end the fight.
This is a reference to Wings of Fire.
What the hell, just filling time.
Not even gonna make it ryhme.
Omg I just made it ryhme accidentally.
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Stories by Kat Kito
The Poisoned Forest
Roses are red
You've run out of luck
I'm sorry for the inconvenience
That I don't give a fuck
The Puppeteer's Curse
The peaceful village of Aladé, a normal-looking, urban village in the middle of nowhere. Everything feels nor...