I'm an aspiring 19 year old writer and illustrator hoping to on day publish my own novels.
A young man named Devon who was very crass, Wanted everything and more; gold, silver and brass Like many men before him, he grew tired of things
By Lukia Katranisabout a year ago in Poets
I hear the distinct sound of metal rumbling in the background increasingly getting louder until I am jolted awake by what felt like a sharp turn thrusting me to the side. What the hell is going on?
By Lukia Katranis2 years ago in Fiction
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