My milkshake bring all the boys to the yard.

All of them.

The ground begins to rumble and three billion boys pour over the hills in a huge boy tsunami, eclipsing the sun, destroying everything in its path.
The entire city is razed to the ground. The screams of boys being crushed among the fray combines into a deafening roar of suffering.

I stare at my milkshake with hollow, haunted eyes

What have I done.


Bi-romantic

She/her

I identify as a threat.

Between a 2 and an 8 on the hozier scale.

M:TLBCN
LOK
TDP
TOH
SPOP


If anyone has a cover design for any of my stories I'd love for you to send them to me!

Cue the awkward finger guns and I'm out👈👈