A.R Woods

Joined July 2022

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Bio

It has only been recent that I finally am pushing myself to write a lot faster. Twenty years of this interest has built up many reasons, but it was still too hard. My health is pushing me forward, but I still need more help.

Stories (5/0)

The Terror
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky, unnoticed to these humans without magic.
By A.R Woodsabout a year ago in Fiction
Mighty Strong
If walls can talk, then the ruins would be the death of someone you know. I can hear, see, and feel those around me. Yet, I am a wall.
By A.R Woodsabout a year ago in Fiction
Dragons' Bandits
Green leaves softly brush against the scales of a beast that reaches both sides of the trail with the broad shoulders. The trail is within an old forest which is built and maintained by dragons. Warm earth, tall trees, and plentiful of shrubbery.
By A.R Woodsabout a year ago in Fiction
My Brain is a Sandpit
Picture a clay jug with a small opening, similar to a tea pot. This clay jug is only split in halve, figuratively, so the inside can be seen.
By A.R Woods2 years ago in Fiction
Stowaway Runaway
Bang Thud I heard the sound before I felt the pain. My head hurts a lot now. Not surprising since everything is metal in this dark room. It is too dark to see why I fell but it does feel like I am moving along a curve.
By A.R Woods2 years ago in Fiction

A.R Woods

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The Terror

Mighty Strong

Dragons' Bandits

My Brain is a Sandpit

Stowaway Runaway

Stories (5/0)