- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Online Availability
- 3pm - 1am (GMT / BST)
- Writing Levels
- Beginner
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Nonbinary
- Transgender
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Monsters, supernatural, fantasy, romance, criminality, slice-of-life (modern or set in past, usually with some twists)
"...He's a murderer. He's deluded as hell. I... come on, just get in the house, okay? I'll pour you some wine and we'll... get help from his friend. You really need to stop the fantasy nonsense. He's not just going to stop killing people, is he? I-If he's doing to stop competition, then he'll be doing it his whole damn life, because there's always going to be some up and coming new designer, or a famous face revealing some new fancy collection. It's inevitable," sighed Sandra as she did her best to push her friend towards the door. Despite her own injury, her main focus was on getting Timothy in the house and breaking down the idealistic bullshit he was coming out with.