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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Original Work Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Layne was careful to open the lock, placing the brass key and padlock on the dressing table. Fingers slowly caressed the dusting on the pages' edges before slowly turning to a random entry.
31 July,
I've done it. She will be mine. I've completed not only the portal there with the mirror, but a return portal in the pond to take her home with me. We will marry, have a family, a home.
She is excited to see my world, to renew my gardens around the house, lord knows they could use a fairy's touch.
Layne was nothing special, just a fresh-out-of-high-school 19-year-old. Life just sorta happened to her, just went by, especially when she saw everyone on the news finding supposed relics of an other word or maybe just of people long before them.
She'd been debating on returning for her spring semester of college, but her grandparents needed someone just in case. So maybe shes sacrifice a 3 hour drive...
Just before the end of the semester, Grandpa passed away, leaving everything on Layne for her grandmother's sake... something about his old diary spoke to her... the cover was all leather. Real, tanned, handcrafted leather. The emblem felt too fleshy... like maybe the lids of the bronze eye were from something... or someone.
Victor Frankenstein after achieving the impossible and building a fucking person from scraps of the dead: Oh god, ew, ew it's ugly! Yucky! Yucky! Gross! Ew! Ew! Yucky! Yucky! Gross! Ew!
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reminding myself that 7 kudos is 7 different people who have read my story and actually liked it
and idk about you but if 7 people came up to me in real life and said “hey we really liked your writing” i would just cry on the spot
Falling to the damp dirt, she feels each heave of her chest. The sword jammed between her ribs makes each breath hitch and blood flow into her lungs. She knows she's dying, but she doesn't seem to register it. Rather, her mind focuses on finding the door back through to her world, out of this backward reality. Why did she return? For him, of course, the classic stereotype of a woman falling for a fantasy character from another world.
Wait, did she just hear a crack? Why does the world feel so small? Is this what death feels like? Eyes going heavy before everything shuts down and you fall to the dirt to be food for worms and other bugs?
Here’s a Wattpad story I started writing last year and plan to continue.
A Day Without Rip (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/372325674-a-day-without-rip?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=Black_Monday When Rip Wheeler falls gravely ill, the Duttons, the Hayes, and the ranch hands struggle to maintain order on the ranch. As his condition worsens, Sawyer Hayes, Rip's devoted partner, fights to keep him from overworking, but soon realizes he may need more help than she can provide. With Beth and Seth by their side, can the family manage the ranch and support Rip through his toughest battle yet? Yellowstone and its characters belong to Taylor Sheridan. This story is a fan story and in no way does the author claim ownership of anything other than their ocs in the story.
