square_rxxt

Joining WSA 2025. #WSA2025

Server: https://discord.gg/GGe8fu6H5V

(Tw: contents will focus on the dark genre, exploring disturbing topics)

Every author loves their story.

Sure, you may get tired of writing it after quite a while, but even so; it was a novel you enjoyed writing before, no?

The words you put consideration to, the effort you did research overnight.

The thrill to have a reader, the thought of someone enjoyed your work.

All of it was something you used to cherish, but you may end up forgetting the joy over small things one day as you move on.

Everyone loves their work.

But some forget they did.

The Author's Playground

Elijah's body lay rigid atop the disheveled sheets, his muscles locked in a vise-like grip.

His chest heaved with rapid, shallow breaths, inhaling a desperate gasp.

Beads of sweat traced erratic paths down his forehead, pooling in the hollow of his collarbone. His eyes, though closed, flickered wildly beneath pale lids..

Beside him, Varden observed with a mixture of irritation and concern.

The green-haired lad's brows knitted together as he watched Elijah's distress escalate.

He had been roused from his own slumber by the incessant rustling and muted groans emanating from his friend's bed. For several minutes, he had attempted to wake Elijah from his state, gently nudging his shoulder and calling his name in hushed tones.

But Elijah remained focused in the clutches of his nightmare, unresponsive to Varden's efforts.

"Hey, bum! Wake up!" Varden's voice echoed as he screamed right beside his ears.

Gratitude (1)