can't just write fan fiction for the rest of my life, now can I?
What is the most beautiful thing in the world? If you asked Jyn, whose brown hair was often pulled back into pig tails, and whose glasses were always slipping down her nose, she would count not one, but three items off her hand:
By Zoe Watts4 years ago in Fiction
I am dreaming. My path is unlit. The trunks of trees pass by, crowded so densely that the moonlight does not pass through the thick canopy. The leaves rustle and the wind whistles; the sticks crack and the twigs snap under my splintered soles. The silence is ominous; it presses in on my stomach and heightens my terror.
By Zoe Watts4 years ago in Horror
