msg from heather!
'Fly we to some desert isle,
There we will pass our days together,
Shun the world's derisive smile,
Wandering tenants of the heather.'
J. Ross
ʚ━━━━━━૮꒰˶˘ ^ ˘˶꒱ა ━━━━━━ɞ
Why don't you join us? Join us to understand the different aptitudes that lay within you and me. Join us to understand the enigma that is shut within the gates of our community.
THE HEATHER COMMUNITY IS HAPPY TO ANNOUNCE THAT WE ARE NOW HIRING!
﹒ⵌ . writer
﹒ⵌ . editor
﹒ⵌ﹒graphic designer﹒
﹒ⵌ﹒judge ﹒
﹒ⵌ﹒reviewer﹒
﹒ⵌ﹒theme designer﹒
﹒ⵌ﹒reviewer﹒
﹒ⵌ﹒account raters﹒
﹒ⵌ﹒plot makers﹒
﹒ⵌ﹒promoter﹒
and much more...
Let us redefine the abstruse secrets of our talents.
(For further inquires, you can comment in the hiring book.)
https://www.wattpad.com/story/278846760?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=june_berrin&wp_originator=HErKMRyhraojyHaSzpKyvvGMa2glK3ZhwJgduH%2FtZ7kOgx%2FNuG4AvFPKtRBf1EX%2BWmFNOCYO1raLIGBdkfBgN9EXUL24pOadSudwoblAUTvK1Tkum%2FhQJb%2F9xr%2F6clVI
Sometimes, I felt like there was a war in my mind. No, it was not only me, but it was every author, every documenter, every reporter, and every dreamer.
It was a war that never seemed to end. I tried brainstorming, conversing, dreaming, and even considered plagiarizing.
None of those satisfied. It was indeed fruitless. When you descend into the depths of this so-called 'war,' the only way out is to ask for help. Hence, I write this modern manifesto to invite everyone reading this to the 'Pansy Plot Shop.'
Join us to construct books filled with stories of distinct imagination and appreciate fantasy. The convivial chemistry with characters and plots would load your readers' and our spirits with insouciant joy.
If the name holds such beauty, why shouldn't our books retain the same?
https://www.wattpad.com/story/336112207-pansy-plot-shop-open
