I am ashamed.
Ashamed of how many times I allowed myself to just… follow the instinct. The routine. Especially when the routine included dying.
But I did. I followed that instinct for an eternity, before I knew what eternity meant.
I’ve died dozens of times. Hundreds. I guess I’m thankful for those deaths now. Thankful, even of Red Thorn.
I wasn’t, back then.
I hated her. I would’ve done anything to get back at her. Beating her, the few times I could manage it, was all I had, and it never lasted. She would just return, ready to try all over again.
Red Thorn’s blade was the only certainty, in such a small little world. Until I finally found the courage to seek my own.
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I'm Materia-Blade. I've been a long time fanfiction writer, and have recently decided to toss my hat into the original fiction arena. I love fantasy, sci-fi, and Lit-RPG's and have read hundreds of books from each genre.
My new story Artificial Jelly has released and is currently being pretty well received! Excited for it to hit trending! Thanks to those who support it, and me, and I hope it continues to impress!
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