Eryiyn
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I am a twenty-three-year-old Slovak girl who, in addition to medicine, devotes a lot of time to writing BL stories. I mainly focus on more violent and bdsm themes embedded in various genres. I've been writing since I was eleven years old, I tried several platforms where I wrote in my native language and met great people. I am currently trying to improve my English writing, which is what brought me to this site. I hope you enjoy some of my stories.
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Eryiyn6mthReplied to _Shuang_WeiRight, finally a good dream has come true.
He slowly got to his feet and tried to take a step forward when suddenly a sharp pain shot through his calf. A broken branch from a nearby bush pierced the top layer of his skin, and he stared at it in disbelief for a moment.- Eryiyn6mthReplied to _Shuang_Wei
Exactly 😂
Therefore, when once in a while he had a more beautiful dream, in which he didn't exceptionally have nightmares, didn't talk with Luck or sit in a cell like when he was awake, he tried to stay in it as long as possible. Sometimes he´d gone back to the years when he went outside, when he walked on the grass, laughing with his protector and receiving respectful gestures from everyone around him. Those were lovely times, more than the ugly reality he wished he hadn´t gone back to. - Eryiyn6mthReplied to _Shuang_Wei
Thank you
It had been a while since he had seen anything but darkness after waking up. His ears had long since become accustomed to sounds other than his own voice, and his body wouldn't even recognize the warmth of the sun's rays. Still, he really wanted to. He wanted to see something different from the outlines of the bars in the darkness that drove him mad. He wanted to hear something other than his own breath in the grave silence, as if there was no one but him, as if no one noticed him, as if he didn't exist, as if he was already dead. - Eryiyn6mthReplied to _Shuang_Wei