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Author's Note 3

It's October, which means SPOOPY TIME! Super excited already.
And I know I said I would be posting more often but I've been busy and lazy so... yeah.

Here are the usual story updates fellers!

The Mental Link
I released Part 5 back in July so Part 6 is due. I'm currently writing it, should be out soon. (By soon, I mean within a month, not within a day)

Interrogation
Only wrote one part to this and I probably won't write anymore unless I get pestered about it.

The First Trio
3rd Part is written. Too lazy to post.

The Lady in the Mirror
Writer's block continues. It's coming. Eventually.

SNEAK PEEK- Stories coming out soon?

Inter-Dimensional Heroes
CO-CREATOR HAS BEEN WRANGLED. THIS IS NOT A DRILL.
Characters and backstories have been updated, and a few roleplays have been done. I'm just psyching myself to write and post these.

 Fifteen
I just stumbled upon this like a couple weeks ago and I was like "Huh. I need to keep writing this." So I DID and it's BETTER than EVER.

Dear Alien
Oof no. I read the rest of the draft and I was like "MEH" so don't expect updates.

Death's Duty Calls
This is a play I wrote in French like a year ago and I found my original planning (which I had done in English since I was lazy) and I thought "WHY NOT?" Long story short I'm writing a play again and  I MAY post here. (Read: probably never)
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