My Gothic Dream

Have you ever had a dream wear you thought it could make for an awesome Supernatural Novel? Kind of like Twilight only better and with less constipated expressions?

This girl in my dream was just so beautiful. Such pale skin, bright vivid lips, mysterious grey eyes.

a story about a young girl who moves to a new town with her younger sibling and parents. Classic, Girl meets boy, Girl has evil twin, Girl meets tree? Girl meets mystery about a certain expired tree. Did I mention there is numbers involved?

SO MUCH QUESTION MARKS!

Ooh, Did I also mention Girl gets pregnant AND turns into a certain popular monster?




Can't wait to start working on it! ^^

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