Hello acquaintance, I don't really know what I'm doing in the middle of the night (but it's a something). Also, you don't mind me calling you an acquaintance correct? I feel as though if you take time out of your day to read the beginnings of what seems to be a mess of a work, you deserve at least some kind of title. Recently I have gone over my past works I have written and found myself wanting to write more. I'm just some person who writes barely anything most times, I go to college like the normal everyday young blood who graduates from college.
If only I had a handful of adventures under my hood (unlike those in Penny Dreadful), not that I wish to die like said characters. I take kindly I constructive criticism, but don't take bullshit so if I were to even smell a comment filled with bullshitery, it will be rightfully reported and or deleted. Otherwise, please enjoy.
Post script: All rights of Penny Dreadful belong to it's creators. Any artwork or music I display also belong to it's creators. The only rights I have is solely over the character(s) I create, because this is a fanfiction.
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The Verboten
Historical FictionShe was born into a shroud of darkness. There was no shining light, no bright path upon which the moon could have shown itself. The dirt paths of Andover lay bare, as the low winds rustled the branches of willows. If one was to listen closely, thei...
