- 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)
"You can say whatever you want about him in front of Rach and Mollie, Dad. We don't have secrets-- what's he told you? I mean, I can't imagine he'd tell you anything, you guys hate one another. Why would he tell you over me?" He confusedly asked, trying not to sound so concerned, but the seriousness on his father's face was enough to get the man to sit up a little and stare at his father, awaiting an answer. If his father knew something about Landon, of course he wanted to know. He might not be pleased with the werewolf... but he was still his best friend, and he was always going to care about him.
"Is he sick? Oh fuck-- is he dying or something? I don't-- it would explain a lot, but-- it can't be that, he would have said. Has he killed someone, or are the police after him, or...?"
"Is he sick? Oh fuck-- is he dying or something? I don't-- it would explain a lot, but-- it can't be that, he would have said. Has he killed someone, or are the police after him, or...?"