All I Wanted To Be Was An Otherworld Writer ?


My life was nothing more or less than ordinary. It was quite perfect. I was blessed to have average looks, average problems, average goals, average family… everything was average! I was able to spend my days happily watching the world move around me; while, I was able to remain the same.

I guess I stayed up too late reading one night, because when I woke up everything around me had changed. Not only had I died, but I was forced to live anything but an average life.

This was too unfair. My heart can’t take it.


Volume I- Growing Up Is Hard, Neh?

Volume II- Heading Towards An Uncertain Future?

Volume III- Sardina…Sardines? Who Likes Them Anyways!

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