I am a human, potentially. I write books about dreams I've had before, because I write down my dreams and how many grams of biscuits I go through in a day, I've noticed I eat more when I'm writing and distracted and hungry and can't be bothered to walk a few paces and get an apple, now that is proof I'm human.
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Stories by Risy
The Time of Twilight
The witch hunt was in its prime and elves were being killed off. Riss takes her clan to the safest place she...
I can grow wings
A story about the flight and a fight of a lifetime for a young girl. She is from another earth, her dimension...