I have a website for my story now
Just posted chapter 4 of my Fantasy story "The Soul Snatchers' Saga"
here's a little excerpt!
“I spoke with all of the men they invited for my sake. All twenty of them! And not one of them was suited for me. Only six of them understood my desire to read fiction, and only three of them accepted that I had non-noble friends! Yet, despite that, all of them proceeded to have the most foul personalities. Not an ounce of appreciation or kindness was expressed. They all acted like being there was a chore, as if all they needed to do to court me was show up!”
I have a prologue for one of my stories posted on Archive of Our Own, have for a week or so now.
If anyone wants to read it, you can find it at this link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16770283
@VyrCossont While I understand that your post was made to get a laugh out of people, and it even got one out of me, upon looking at it all I could think about how dumb the LGBTQIA Acronym is and why MOaGI (Marginalized Orientations and Gender Identities) is a better name for the community.
BTW, good job with the humour, that was a well made joke :)
The darkness spread like cracks through the air, the jagged lines filling the vision of everyone on the street.
They watched as everyone who touched the dark aberration instantly turned black and disappeared, as if consumed.
After the commotion died down, all that was left was a large empty space where only the crack existed.
The people were quiet, as if too surprised to be properly scared.
Too tired to properly stop himself, Lora ran right into the door with a smack. After shaking off the shock of his sudden stop he then pounded his fist on the door, dreading the possibility that whoever lived there wasn’t home. Painful moments passed where nothing happened. Dread slowly settled more and more in Lora’s stomach, but eventually, the door opened, and standing in its frame like a fallen angel was something Lora thought he would never ever see.
Rashidi's skin was buzzing. It was uncomfortable and the touch of fabric only made it worse. He wanted so hard to be able to take his clothing off and just stand in the middle of the room where nothing could touch him, but he had friends over. It wouldn't be proper.
So Rashidi went silent, focussing solely on the feel of his skin, to process only the overwhelming sensation and nothing else.
He hoped his friends didn't notice.
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