An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

A plastic clattering sound echoes in the aisle of the mostly empty supermarket. You jolt and feel a chill up your spine, you hurry to turn towards it, messing with your totebag. It’s heavy with books....

So that's a hell of a first impression I'm making on this site, huh?. . Please excuse the uh.. VERY self-indulgent nature of t ...

Nera knocked onto the wooden door of the house she was pointed to when she asked for the person who posted that quest about a graveyard. The place was a pretty comfy looking neighborhood - contrary to...