Kevin sat down in a frenzy with a pen in his hand and an idea in his mind. He was not an experienced writer but that did not stop in anyways. Inspiration would strike him like lightning to a lone tree out on a field and he just knew that he had to write. Nevermind the awful descriptions and the jumbled dialogue, what mattered was that the soul was there. Becoming good would gradually come as he wrote more stories but for now this is what he wrote.
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A Collective Narrative
Short StoryA collection of short stories that Kevin had been compelled to write.
