The Haunted Attic
a psychological heart-wrench
Spectres reside here ; reminders of a past violently torn. Murdered memories, they linger within this space . Panic and tears at their visage , the heart hastens, skin crawls feeling the icy touch of then ; nostalgic nuisance ever present , a hunger for a time before broken --a time before the dying ... I felt the trauma of destruction , innocent lives ripped to shreds , wanton theft, so much was taken. I watched it all fall apart from the missing pieces , I saw them crumble time and time again helpless and lost. I watched as the poltergeists took form... In this home worn down
About the Creator
Demeter-Valencia A Lopez
Writer, Singer, Gamer, and lover of all things weird.
Neurodivergent, LGBTQ+, writing stories to increase visibility and representation.
Creating characters and stories you can fall in love with.
Creating worlds you'll never want to leave.
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Hello fellow readers and writers! So, two weeks ago I took the plunge and self-published with Amazon. Now, for now it's just in ebook form available on kindle and Amazon ebooks. but I'll order physical copies soon! Very soon, I want them out for Pride month, given that my book is an LGBTQ+ isekai fantasy novel!
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