- 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)
"...And how do I know you won't chicken out on me and run into his arms, just before he puts a bullet in my head for being a bad friend? Because he will. He almost killed me a day ago, and I swear I've fucked my head up real badly," admitted the woman as she quietly felt for the lump on her head, grimacing at the crusted, dried blood she'd failed to clean up properly. Arguably, though, it was evidence for the police that Alexander was a violent person, and the person responsible behind all of the crimes they suspected him of.
"He's not your soulmate, he's not my best friend. He's a psycho, alright? He thinks he's doing good for the world, l-like-- we'll get going around midnight when he's asleep. He can sleep through a hurricane, it'll be fine."
"He's not your soulmate, he's not my best friend. He's a psycho, alright? He thinks he's doing good for the world, l-like-- we'll get going around midnight when he's asleep. He can sleep through a hurricane, it'll be fine."