writer's hex: a pen, a name, and a curse. rewritton.

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this rewrite will go differently then the other.
for one thing, it's planned out. hope you enjoy, and care to comment,
- MonstR.

The Hex wasn't known for her brawn. She wasn't known for a lot of things really. But she heard things, whispers from the tendrils of mist that danced at the corners of her mind, and rumors. It wasn’t an uncommon thing, to find a dreamer, desperate for an idea in the Surrealix. The inhabitants of the Surrealix tiptoed at the edges of their sub consciousness, tempting them with visions of Fey, nymphs, and Dragons, of romance, and suspense. They feebly grasped for them, scribbling down the wildest of things that quickly died as they hit paper.

It was his idea honestly, to take advantage of one of these poor dreamers, to free him of this so called ‘horrible place.’ She and a few of her sisters were to put part of it into play however, which was why she danced at the edges, stepping along the bridge between this world and the next. Most of those who lived here never ventured into the other world. To do so, you had to be invited.
Not many people wrote about Hex’s… She had to look for synonyms to step out. It was a dangerous task in of itself, to leap through a non-specific word, but The Hex was willing to risk that.

Finally! A desperate dreamer who wrote a single word-witch! The Hex grinned, and tiptoed into the dreamer’s mind. It wasn’t the most intelligent place she had ever been in, or the most creative for that matter. But it was begging for her to come in, so she did.

And the Hex entered reality.

[monstRsoup]

will update later. sister deleted new chapter.