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I hope you imagine me alone in a tall crooked shack in the middle of the night, typing on a big heavy computer with noisy keys that go Click! Click! Click!
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Stories by Never
The Land of Sick Kids
Do you remember when you were little, and you would get out of school when you were sick, but it wouldn't be...
Tales from the Goldfish
A set of short stories, each less than 500 words. I think. I might forget and go a little over. I'm sorry.
Ev...
Child
Child is a steampunk sci-fi thriller. In second person, present tense, you, a mostly introverted, non-binary...