Stories never end,
They go on forever.
Just like how our imagination never ends.
They are bound to stay forever.I am ending this story here.
I can't exceed a certain word limit.
I know that is not fair.
There should have been no limits.But what can I say,
This is written for a contest.
Next tale is in store for another day.
It is kept at rest.Hope you had fun reading it though,
Do let me know in the comments.
Don't hesitate to say no!
And if you enjoyed it let me earn your votes.Stories never end.
There is always more to add on.
Imagination can never be fully spend.
They will spill as we go on and on.Maybe 'he' will come back.
Maybe 'they' will get together.
Maybe 'she' was the one who painted him black.
Maybe 'they' really loved each other.....I don't know anything more though.
I am a by-stander.
I saw the hatred glow.
I am just a messenger.»»——⍟——««
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