Tag: short stories
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Comic page test

I used some of my previous work and made a comic page with it. I don’t know if I’ll continue it.
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The red dove (short story)
It was dark. The Orange skies faded into the darkest purple. Three Street punks, two boys an a girl, were riding in their car. They blasted strange music on the speakers. “Where are we going guys?” The driver darted his eyes to the buzz cut passenger. “Where We always go my young friend. The Red…
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Ghost boy handheld lore

Social x ghost Ghost boys may seem like old gaming handhelds. But they’re doorways to secret universes. Shiloh, Patty, and Guppy have ghost boys. Guppy came from another world before he moved to Patty and Shiloh’s dimension. he gave Shiloh and Patty their own to help protect his new home from unwanted guests who want…
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The fairy queen

This drawing was for my “the concepts.” She and a few other fantasy characters created the sector, Fantaja. There’s three kingdoms in Fantaja. She’s in the epic sector. Fantaja is known as the fantasy continent where all kinds of characters. Like a red dragon guardian and a city made of water for mermaids reside. Fantaja…
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Update: I want to talk about my interests and what I’m currently working on.
Good morning, everyone. I want to talk about what is currently inspiring me to work on a book that I might post as a serialised book. For a while I was working on a world building project that I figured out how to write after so many months. It was my story, “The Concepts.” Originally,…
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Update: “I’m changing the blog’s direction.”
Hey guys. It’s been a while since I posted, and I apologise for not being consistent. Life seems to get in the way. Also, I’ve been burned out on posting stories. I recently posted a story called, Songs of the undead. I really took my time on it, and I hope you consider reading it.…
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Songs Of The Undead
a short story This isn’t living. You can’t trust anyone alive anymore. The dead were worse. But we kept moving. I remember saying good morning to my neighbour, Ms. Josephine. What I would give to speak to her again… Jubba needed me. Jubba and I walked many miles to a broken down city covered in…
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Update about “the concepts”, story.
Hey, everyone. After a long time, I was thinking about what I want to do with this story. But now, I figured it out. I’m thinking of turning it into a fragment story, where you get a glimpse of the character’s lives in the universe of Genre. It’s a project with no plot structure, but…
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A Mother’s love (short story)
The night was a living nightmare. It always was when your father drank his aggression and frustrations just to take it out on me or my mother… He always scrunched his face and showing only the blacks of his eyes. Like a demon finding a damned soul to torment for eternity. I guess me and…
