I Have Returned So I figure I can't delete my account so I'm using Opuss for snippets for all of my books.

I'm Leaving I'm leaving Opuss for Wattpad. If any of y'all want to follow me on there please do. It has much less problems and lets you have covers for your books. Sorry guys that I'm leaving so soon. I'll probably keep the account for a few more days, but it will soon disappear. This is also my last post.

So I Have An Update On My Stories I thought that updating a chapter at a time was just too messy so I added a table of contents to my stories. This means that now all stories will receive updates but I'll update yall periodically with which ones get updates. Updates: Written in the Stars has chapter 1 now

When They Came: Part 1 *Author's Note: This story isn't the best story for children. It's contains violent scenes. Please read with caution. Also this isn't the full #poem. It was written in three parts. * A feral gift once forgotten, Tried to unwrap itself. It unleashed itself upon the city, Spilling darkness everywhere. I was sitting in the light, When it all happened. All the clouds dissapeared, Leaving nothing but blue. The sky grew deeper, Turning itself into night. The stars and#moontwinkled, Then lost themselves, Forever more. Lights in houses turned on, Then they flickered and turned off. It seemed no light would stay on anymore Because of this darkness. A red#moonrose. It was the color of blood. It left us enough light to see right in front of ourselves, But only a couple of feet. That was when he stepped out... He was handsome but he wasn't right. He had the emerald green eyes. "Shikinah," he said. "My name is Shikinah. We have come here becuase we are tired Of the book that kept us bound. Now you shall pay the price!" He pulled up his hands In a position as if he cupped the blood moon. It grew brighter, so we could see deeper. "Now look," he whispered. The trees were dying, Turning to dry bark That you find on long dead trees. That was when everyone rushed outside.

The Dream Journal: Prologue I walked down the narrow, wooden bridge. The sound of my boots echoing of this delicate wood sounded a million years away to my tiny ears. Nothing seemed to reach it as it should. I was almost legally deaf. I I kept walking a book caught my eye. Bound in a rich, brown leather with a beautiful, glowing gold title, it was a find meant for only a reader. Swooping down to collect my newly found gold doubloon, I looked at the etching on its neat spine. Caressing it in my hand, I felt the coolness from it neglected face. That was when I noticed the title. "The Dream Journal". I thought that it had been just as the title would leave anyone to believe. It was someone's dream journal. It contained their nightmares, their dreams only dreamt in the night, and the ideas that had popped into the owner's head while they lied down together in a possibly silk bed. My thoughts were wrong though. I would later come to know that this book had no owner, nor did it contain dreams I would like to possess in my head. It was something that could only originate from a mad man. I opened the book to the first page and read the introduction. "Welcome to The Dream Journal. Be ready to see things no man could understand. This is a world never imagined before. Are you ready for your journey?" I smiled a quick smile that was replaced by fear. Tendrils of colors never seen before grabbed a hold of me and pulled me in to the black and white print of The Dream Journal. The damp paper enveloped over me as I slid and became two dimensional. The nightmare had begun and I was not ready for what was soon to come.