Imagine knowing you're different and finding it hard to adapt. Not caring how or why you fit; it's just knowing you're something more. So step up, my friend, and shout it out. I don't give a shit
Dyslexic writer! Any help from a family member is appreciated!
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Stories by chris7110596
Not for your life or mine
It was A day of pain that led to years of blood, if I were to die it would be my fault for fighting the Drago...
A Lightstream to war
When lights in our night sky started flashing and speeding in impossible ways, our elder Gyeth called the tri...
The ending of all
They fight they feel they have only a hope to live and keep all they love safe