snippets from my old writing, about the same time. the story was about a magic student who enters people's dreams to solve mysteries. there's a lot of radiation and Chernobylesque imagery because that was my special interest at the time.
thank you lemon of snicket for permanently altering my writing style
Reading ASOUE as a child, I didn't end up with a Violet Baudelaire complex (tying my hair up every time I have to think), or a Klaus Baudelaire complex (reading a shit ton of books about everything), but a rarer third thing I like to call a Lemony Snicket complex (I am very very sad, I write, I love desperately, and I still hope for the best)