- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- Speed of Light
- One post per day
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Transgender
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Romance, A bit of horror, magical, and almost everything.
Phoebe hesitated. "Did you see it? What I did to that man?" She wondered if maybe he somehow escaped the vision she had caused. He probably was blocking it out. The girl let her head lean against the wall of the cave, breathing slowly to try and calm herself down. "I... I can create visions. It makes me sick and sore, but I can drive someone insane with a vision of their worst nightmares. I... don't like using it..." She felt herself start to cry.