Reactions in videos and fan art/fiction have really astounded me!
I just wanted to write this to thank everyone who wrote with feedback, made a video, or created fan art of any kind.
I've seen writing, pictures both digital and traditional as well as cosplay and crafts, and it it's one of the most awesome things to me to see that it inspired others!
Some fan art from different artists in no particular order:
Here it is.(This is what I think you've all been waiting for, my personal fanfic for Dream of the BloodMoon, drop me a line and let me know what you think. I am open to any and all criticism that does not include trolling. Lol. Thank you CubeHero for letting me write this, I do appreciate it. )
I don't really remember much from when I was little, in fact, all I do remember is a fire, or what should've been a fire. My memory isn't what it used to be, I've been here for so long...
I use to have a name, Annabelle, I think it was, I don't really remember, I try to wiggle my hands and my feet, but I still feel nothing, nothing in this pitch darkness that is my prison. A low moan escapes my lips as I fall again to unconsciousness, the nightmares, always come.
A fire, it raged in my parents mansion, I don't remember much about it, except that I remember a woman standing over me before it began, I was three at the time, in my little white nightgown, she had a white face, and it looked like a
Paranoia Scene 1
(Curtains closed. Sharp static is heard that settles to a dull scratching. Scratching persists throughout the play. The scritch of a pen against paper is heard, alongside words said in a stiff, professional manor.)
Dr Lector: Patient 258. The date is the fourteenth of August, 2005. Hour twelve of the isolation. Has talked continuously to himself throughout. There is a central theme around his ramblings. He speaks of a presen
seven regretsI open my eyes.
Thick darkness cradles me softly. A look outside my window tells me that the moon has shied away from the night.
Stale air begins to grip my neck and squeeze. I get up, tossing my covers off my body. Moving silently through the house, I open the front door and step outside.
As usual, my neighborhood is illuminated by street lamps. What strikes me, though, is how solid and black the sky is. If not for those lamps, then I would be shrouded in complete darkness.
I sit down on my front steps. Only then do I notice the balloon.
It is deflated and filthy, with its string barely still attached. At closer inspection, I see that there is a small slip of paper poking its head out of it. Looking at it vaguely reminds me of myself, how I emerged from my house to sip the fresh air, similar to how that piece of paper peeped out from its balloon.
I take the paper out of the balloon and read its writing.
"This balloon is from a girl with the weight of the world on her shoulders. Crying
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