Every time when you finish a story you feel like same time you give away a piece of you. That's what stories are, right? Pieces of ourselves. Didn't know I could really write about this subject and even end it happily but looks like I did it anyway. The ride was bumpy and when I started I really didn't have any plan how I would like the story to go. It feels like it is double the length than it really is cause I poured so much emotion in it. I'm stoked that people actually read what I write and even like the stories! Wouldn't be here without you guys. I want to thank every single one of you.
So every time you finish a story you give away a piece of yourself. But you get back so much more.
And now I am off to plan the next one.
YOU ARE READING
White Noise
FanfictionMike is attacked and the future seems unsure. (Trigger warning)
