Once upon a time, there was a moon, a sun, clouds, and some bright shining stars. The moon was loved by many and hated by few. The sun, oh that cocky sun thought it was better than everyone else, even so, people still loved it. Everybody, but those stars, those stars hated that giant boiling ball of hate and heat for stealing their spotlight. Nevermind that. This particular story isn't about the boiling balls hate for each other. No, this particular story is about the beautiful moons love, love for that wicked sun.
K thats it. Um so I know it sounds weird but yeah.
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Short Stories
Короткий рассказSo these are short stories I wrote. Very. Short. They are kinda emo because lets face it, thats literally all I write. Againnnn P.S. I wrote these. Dont take them. Blehs. Continue...please!
