When day met night, they opposed. It was a constant battle light and dark, Luna and Sola. But neither can exist without the other. Over time they grew to recognise each other, they gave up half their time for the other, to fill with what they saw fit. They meet for a brief ten minutes every morning and night, they clash in a passionate kiss, filling the sky with an array of colours before they are torn apart.
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Short Stories
Short StoryA bunch of short stories and things that I feel and need to let out. Sorry if they are no good.
