My well weaved opioids, and dopamine spilling from the cracks in my mind through the tissue of my brain onto the page of stiff blue notebook lines. They pool on the damp glow of a well printed phone screen.
Cosmo (he/him), achillean, dead inside
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LanaDelFae
Oct 07, 2019 09:56PM
Hey friends. I'm trying to experiment with a more dynamic, and less romance focused writing style with my new story Reawaken. Check it out if you're interested in witch academy stories! https://www.w...View all Conversations
Stories by Cosmo Bugenske
- 4 Published Stories
Reawaken
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Heather can't remember anything of her past, and has fallen into a harsh reality. Luckily, someone identifies...
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Similar taste in wine
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A poem I wrote for the actress I stan. I'll never tell.
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AHS Coven: The Dawn of Misty Day [...
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Takes place after the events of Apocalypse.
Lucío Valle was trying to go to decend to contact his deceased gr...
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