14th, February. 2019. 5:15 am
“You died, Mr. Sirus.” The doctor stated, his gaze moving from the clipboard in his hand and the man lying on the bed.
14th, February. 2019. 5:55 am
“I need you to help me out”
Sirus looked on incredulously at the creature in front of him.
“You killed me and still think I would help you?”
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Sirus is dragged into the truth of the world and it's a lot worse than he imagined

I have the whole story made out...in my head


It's been a long day or so I think, I'm terrible at these kind of things as I don't know how to associate a day with being long or just there.


Who am I kidding. I know writing is hard


Dilemma: My Death Would Have Been The End

Volume 1

Chapter 1 - I'll write a book