I write, and whoever finds it is meant to.
A glimpse of what it's like inside my head⏤
I don't write what I'd want to read.
I just write what won't leave me alone.
Writing at my own pace. 👣
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Stories by weakdreamer
weakdreamer
Before the stories, before the pages, before the pen name⏤there was a soul who learned to live through words...
when a writer dies
Jade built her life twice.
First as an athlete. Then as a writer.
But for six years she has been struggling t...
If no one remembers you, did you e...
Raya thrived on chaos and cruelty; even her own death was a weapon.
She believed ending her life would be her...
