- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- I'm usually on at points through out the day. Some days I'm not due to various reasons, but I try to give my partners warning if I'm going to be away for more than a day or two
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Primarily Nonbinary
- Genres
- Slice of life, high fantasy, modern fantasy, urban fantasy ...anything fantasy really. Dark comedy, supernatural, psychological - anything with dark overtones and miserable, dysfunctional characters. Love me some Hurt/Comfort.
Eliza Conners sighed and slumped down in her seat in the compartment of the train. She hated train rides, they were boring, but for some reason her parents had decided they could not just drop her off at her grandparents on the way to the airport for their second honeymoon in Cuba, (or heaven forbid let the seventeen year old stay home by herself for two weeks) and here she was. On a train and bored out of her mind.
Dammit.
With a huff, Eliza got up. She couldn't stay in this compartment a second longer. She might as well get up and walk around. Maybe she'd find something to kill the boredom.
She snorted. That was unlikely.
Dammit.
With a huff, Eliza got up. She couldn't stay in this compartment a second longer. She might as well get up and walk around. Maybe she'd find something to kill the boredom.
She snorted. That was unlikely.