This book is done.
I know it says that it's a collection of stories, and that the title even implies it to be an anthology, but for me it's just one story, smashed up into tiny little pieces, the fragments then thrown into the air to fall in any order they please. But that may be just me.
If you look closely, you could maybe see the beginning and the middle and the ending that most stories are made of. Or you could choose to just see it as a collection, already complete. You could choose to glue each shattered piece together and find satisfaction and maybe even some joy in knowing the whole truth, or you could just enjoy each shattered piece as they come. It's not my decision to make; I'm only the author. Nothing more.
I've taken care not to mention any names and no pronouns for the main character, because I hope that, combined with the second point of view I've also used, would make it seem like it's actually happening to you, the reader. In alternate universes and such. Even though my writing is probably not good enough for that, I still hope you enjoyed reading.
Thank you.
YOU ARE READING
Anthological
Short Storyfor things to fall apart, they had to have been together. --- a collection of stories about human tendencies based on real-life people and events. -completed-
