The story told from the pov of a story. I escape from the pages as live in your head.ends with being read at a writer's club.
The story of a house, mustiness sensed when stepping in overshadowing the gloomy fate of its inhabitants
Stories flew around the place like little birds, the mortals walked around wide eyed, searching for suitable one
.why am i here
I am putting in a patch of my own sky
Am I audible horror story . Bosss computer takes over on the run .finds boss taking refuge .run some more, get to the sea.island.
I am a mole who grew a human face and body
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