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An Apocalyptic Fairytale Roulette

Starting up when I get back here again. I am going through a tough period right now, and I am getting emotionally better before releasing much. Each month I will share one Apocalyptic Fairytale from Dead Faerie Tales here, for free. For more adventures, check out my Dead Faerie Tales book, which brings all the adventures together with new characters and arcs. This month, it's the Soulmate of Mister Umbrella. This book will disappear and change into another book next month, so read it while you can. (This book is now done.) Since her family's catastrophe during her first day of college, Julie Mars lives a humdrum life. One day while staring at the clouds, she is yanked out of the way by her childhood imaginary friend. Mister Umbrella in the Sky is your typical imaginary friend, except that he isn't imaginary. While feeling an insidious darkness creeping within an old friend, he interrupts just in time to save her. Julie's life is a mess. She used to be filled with sunshine, and now there was nothing but rain inside of her soul. Something new, something wicked had been in contact with Jewelsy. Can he show her the goodness of life or will the darkness claim her first? *Prequel to Wonderland Mafia in An Apocalyptic Fairytale Collection. Also available in Dead Faerie Tales, where several An Apocalyptic Fairytales combine into one gigantic adventure. (Project Wolf and Saving Mrs. Claus are always available but the endings do take coins to read.)
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Second chance - Diary of a transmigrator

The sweet scent of flowers invades my nostrils, while a light breeze caresses my body. I reflexively turn the other way, my hand flailing around my waist futilely seeking my blanket. Unable to find it, I gradually wake up, only to realize that I am not on my bed, nor in my room or in my house… instead, I am lying in a patch of grass in what looks to be a small clearing in a forest. Wait… WHERE THE HELL ARE MY CLOTHES???? I jump to my feet in panic and look left and right trying to figure out what is happening. My mind can’t process the situation, but after a few minutes the panic recedes and I start thinking somewhat rationally again. I check myself for any injuries or bugs crawling on me and I am relieved when I find none. Then my brain processes what my eyes see and I freeze. I once again start checking my body slowly, running my hands over it inch by inch. My beer belly is gone, the white hairs on my chest are now black and my body while not exactly rippling has defined muscle lines. Yeah, nice dream, I thought. I haven’t looked or felt so good since I was 20. Then reality slaps me again. A memory surfaces from the depth of my mind from a researcher’s interview on tv; you can’t smell something in your dreams, you just identify the scent that you should be smelling. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I smell the grass, the little violet flowers, the scent of the tree resin carried by the wind… fuck!... Toto, we are not in Kansas anymore…
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