A short story I did during 2020 under a different alias. It was done within 4 days, so the quality isn't too fantastic. 'A quiet night with a ticking clock; A sound can be heard outside, Rattling sound creeped through; Rushed and hide. With heart beats like a parade, To my demise my thoughts are not giving me any aid, Fight my fear and overcome this, Maybe that way I can finally be at peace.'

Kalica is my name. I want to make something that truly resonates with me. please be patient with me, I'm trying my best to bloom as well as a withered flower.