Short Story / Fantasy
Short Story / Action and Adventure
Writing is my drug of choice. I'm hopelessly addicted and have no interest in ever sobering up. Why would I? Why would I want to live only in that dismal reality which surrounds us all when I can dwell instead in whatever fantasy I choose to create?
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