Home, a place to lay your head. no dreed follows you in. but for my story home is not such a thing, to tare and scream but never escape The Land of Tears awaits.
-I write slowly and don't post often. story's may not be finished yet, so if you hat cliffhangers sorry
Stories by Night
The 'box'
Oh sweet kids come to your death, roses with thorns laid in your bed. Can our little hero live through the da...
The kind die young
A young man from Tracetail, born with a curse.