There was once a little place called Textnovel (TN).
A quiet corner of the internet
where a small community of writers believed
that stories didn't need to look like anything else.
We wrote together.
We laughed.
We broke apart.
We came back.
And kept trying.
Kept writing, anyway.
We were young.
Lonely, maybe.
Searching for something,
that we didn't yet have the words for.
But somehow,
in that moment...
We found each other.
Even after all these years,
I still remember you.
TN.
Thank you, Takatsu, for believing in my early voice
that hadn't learned how to speak yet.
To all my readers over the years: thank you.
That's all I can say.
To the writers of TN:
I carry your lines with me still.
And I always will.
- fabrication
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wingman | Cell Phone Novel
RomanceSakai Keichi has always been the wingman, the shadow helping his best friend chase girls in an empty cycle of double dates and practiced smiles. He lets himself fade into the background. Until he meets a girl who smells of rain, and for the first t...
