Mortuus plumis

by CanIBeACynic
No matter how much you try, the past always seems to creep up on you.

Every week once, I will wake up in the middle of the night, and I will feel that I am in another world. But the moment dawn breaks, I open my eyes and find myself back on the bed.

But one Tuesday morning, I found a feather at my doorstep.

Teen
Incomplete
Tragedy
Slice of Life
Dark
Alternate Universe
Human
Anthro
 

1139 words: Estimated 6 minutes to read

1 Chapter:

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