Romwen

When you were gonna reply to roleplays but got distracted with making your hair match your enby self.

Anyone seen "I Am Dragon"? No? Just me? Alright...
          
          I definitely don't enjoy the concept a whole bunch and want to roleplay something similar sometime....

Thanks for the follow!❤✨

Merry Christmas!
          
          Stay home and stay safe!

Man, Wattpad has really died since I've been gone.

Verska

Y'all want this made into an actual story?
          
          I met Morgan Hawkins in the 7th grade. We became friends because of our shared love for art. Yet, when we would do collabs, I’d find she drew more disturbing scenes and images. I can remember the first sketch she gave me, which was of a door that had a clock above it. Although, the clock didn’t have 12 ticks like regular ones. Instead it had 32, and it seemed to be 26:16 instead of a time. I was confused, but finished my half of the collab while she finished her’s. At the beginning of our 9th grade year, we were in the same Creative Writing class. One of our first assignments was to write a story, either real or fictional, of whatever we wanted as long as it followed the guidelines. When Morgan stood and presented her’s, it was about the door we had collabed on in 7th grade. I was slightly taken aback as she now said the door’s “time” was at 30:00. I didn’t quite comprehend what that meant. However, I couldn’t ask. Over Christmas break, we had a falling out when she decided that she didn’t want to be my friend anymore for some reason. We didn’t speak again until she started texting me nonsense over the summer. Her texts included things such as:
          
          “Rosie, it’s coming for me!”
          
          “I only have until 32:00!”
          
          Obviously, I had no idea what she was talking about. I figured that maybe she just wanted to be friends again, but I was scared it would just be a repeat. When school started back up, I didn’t see her at all. It wasn’t until August 13 of my 10th grade year that I heard any news about her. Apparently she had gone missing on the first day of school. Once I knew, I decided to give my condolences to her mother. When I got to their house, paid my respects, and went to see Morgan’s room one last time, I saw the most disturbing thing. Painting on her closet door in red paint was the clock, the “time” on it reading 32:00. To this day, I continue to wonder just what happened to my friend.

Sneak Peek of a Serial Killer Group Roleplay:
          
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          Holliday's coming for you
          
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          Can't run no more
          
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          Black as Pitch
          
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          Isn't Death great?
          
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          Never breath again
          
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Throwback Saturday:
          
          Who here remembers Project Insight? 

I decided to put this here, because I think you'd spot this better.
          
          But the questions were;
          
          If you had to pick one person to never forget or let die, who would it be?
          
          And
          
          Out of every male agent, which one would you want to spend the most time with?
          
          (Ah yes, the questions that broke but healed Alaska's heart by two girls)