- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- Multiple posts per week
- Online Availability
- It varies wildly.
- Writing Levels
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Nonbinary
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- I'm open to a wide range of genres. Obscenely wide. It's harder for me to list all I do like than all I don't like.
My favorite settings are fantasy combined with something else, multiverse, post-apoc, historical (mixed with something else), and futuristic. I'm not limited to those, but it's a good start.
My favorite genres include mystery, adventure, action, drama, tragedy (must be mixed with something else and kept balanced), romance (again must be mixed, and more.
I'm happy to include elements of slice-of-life and romance, but doing them on their own doesn't hold my interest indefinitely.
Fear.
It was all Sarai felt.
She ran.
Pulse pounded in aching ears. Chest ached and legs stung.
Behind her, horrors.
She couldn't name them or describe them, nor even try. All she knew was she was chased as prey to something awful.
That if it caught her, every part of her would perish.
There would be neither heaven nor hell, for she would be nothing.
Her feet slammed unsteady into the ground as she pushed herself forward, face stained with tears as much as sweat, until she collapsed to the dusty road, wheezing as she still tried to crawl.
Unfocused eyes saw nothing of her reality as she clambered desperately forward, further into the no-man's land as her every panting breath rattled her ribs and the ground scraped at her through her black dress.
Her gaze stared behind her, seeing the illusory predator. and naught else.
This was her end! She couldn't even breathe to call for help!
It was all Sarai felt.
She ran.
Pulse pounded in aching ears. Chest ached and legs stung.
Behind her, horrors.
She couldn't name them or describe them, nor even try. All she knew was she was chased as prey to something awful.
That if it caught her, every part of her would perish.
There would be neither heaven nor hell, for she would be nothing.
Her feet slammed unsteady into the ground as she pushed herself forward, face stained with tears as much as sweat, until she collapsed to the dusty road, wheezing as she still tried to crawl.
Unfocused eyes saw nothing of her reality as she clambered desperately forward, further into the no-man's land as her every panting breath rattled her ribs and the ground scraped at her through her black dress.
Her gaze stared behind her, seeing the illusory predator. and naught else.
This was her end! She couldn't even breathe to call for help!