Running. It always started with running. Something always chased me. The feeling of darkness sleeping through the air as I ran was constant. And just when I was about to see who or what was chasing me, SNAP. Something would wake me up.
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Isabelle is you average seventeen year old, accept she's not. Her world gets a lot bigger when one action leaves her completely thrown from her reality. Through dreams, stranger encounters, mysterious friends, follow Isabelle on a journey of self discovery.
By the sweat of your face you shall eat bread, till you return to the ground, for out of it you were taken; for you are dust, and to dust you shall return.
⚠️Warning⚠️ they maybe be some triggers like sexual violence, suicide, and others
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AWAKEN
Fantasy"Don't move" he whispered in my ear. My breath hitched. "Who are you?" I asked carefully already knowing people aren't what they seem. "Right now? I'm your best chance." He whispered as he unzipped the back of my dress. My breath was shallow, I co...
