Hey. So this is really hard for me to say and really sad for me to say. The Palette won't be continuing, I don't think. Maybe I'll rewrite it and post it seperately, but for now, this is it. I'm sorry that I kind of left you guys at a cliffhanger... My deepest apologies. But I just can't do this anymore. This story is nothing. It's stereotypical and I'm angry at it for being so, but I'm also angry at myself for creating it this way. I realized recently that I only like reading powerful stuff... Stuff that might change my life or at least the way I look at it. But this is insignificant. Unnoticed. It wont do anything to anybody, if it even gets read.
I might write something new... Something different, and better. So don't unfollow, in hope of future novels or poems!
That's all I've got to say. Sorry about this, guys. Maybe I'll change my mind. Maybe I won't. I'm not really sure right now. I'm just kind of trying to figure out who I am, you know?
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The Artists' Palette
Fantasy"The earth without art is just 'eh'" Echoe Springs lives in a dystopia where the Administrators (opposers of creativity and art) rule with an iron fist. In an act...
