Evander

@Wolfical - Oh my goodness. That's amazing, fantastic, and so, so dark . That seriously sounds like it could be the basis for a really messed up short story, lol. ...

NaPo Completion: Whoops. It's all links to the individual poems, but my thread title is really long. Let me know if I should change up the formatting. 1. 2. 3. ...

@TheBlueCat - Thank you so much! Congrats to you too!

Day #25 Poem #32 Title: funeral/journalism bury my corpse under five million newspapers, allowing me to feed the cycle of journalism. let the ink sink into my skin, turning me ...

I've been playing Sims 3™ for about a year now. It was on sale on Steam, so I bought it and have been playing semi-regularly ever since. Sims is great ...

Weird fragment I thought of while pouring a glass of juice: "Necromancy cannot achieve full-life. Once a human dies, a part of their soul departs from their body. With necromancy, ...

Day #24 Poem #31 Title: fragment my mother calls me changeling my father calls me strange my brother calls me nightmare but i love them all the same

@TheBlueCat Putting my answer in a spoiler tag just in case other people want to guess. Once upon a time?

We're glad to have you here, Eve! Haha, a lot of us have our roots in fanfiction. Personally, I can trace mine back to Dora the Explorer and Harry Potter ...

I've found myself reading a lot of third person present tense fanfiction lately. I have to admit that it was pretty hard to get into, given that I've really only ...

Song to set the mood for the story! (Located under spoiler.) I'll probably continuously update this as I find more songs that fit.

Day #23 Poem #30 Title: Infestations Note: I'm... not sure how this turned out. termites infest the walls of my childhood home, burrowing and thriving in the foundation of comfort. ...

Day #22 Poem #29 Title: not your host a necrotic plague claws out of my chest, dripping its ichor along my burnt skin. if i drink acid to sooth my ...

Congratulations!

Day #21 Poem #28 Title: not a living meadow i cut my teeth on metal flowers, spitting out my memory of you. blood dribbled from chapped lips, blemishing this white ...