I was sixteen when I wrote all of these. All of this great story with potential. 

I was 16 when I wrote these, in school, bored, bullied, and outcast really. This was my outlet and I've sense lost the need for it. Everything here is relics of what I used to do. I've grown old, I have bills, a car to pay off, loved ones to love, and a career I'm locked into for the next 4 years. I don't have the time or the creativity to do this, if that wasn't obvious.

Now, I encourage you all to do when I did years ago, take what I have, and build. Brick by brick take my base and make your own story, if you do, I'd be more than happy to read them. @ me if you do. 

Later, much later I might work on these again, or make something new. I wish you all luck. 

Love,
- A gay furry crayon eater