I once thought I was a writer.
Now I'm just lonely.
Depressed.
Wandering around aimlessly.
I'm giving this writing thing a chance again.
I need an escape from what I call life.
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Stories by KittyNecroshade
Trouble with Dakota
The incident began to haunt his dreams. He had to go back to where it started.
Mother, Monster Hunter
The narrator is a single mom, millennial, and a monster hunter.
You ever wonder what happened to the monster...
An Old Flame Never Dies
The smell of smoke haunts her. It's calling her back home. If she returns will she regret it?