Collection of Short Stories

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The stars loved her, like she was a diamond among the universe. She had hair of starlight, eyes of the ocean, her smile was of life and her touch of warmth. They watched her always, they could never look away from her gaze, but grew lonley and jealous of her star. Her star, who would hold her in an endless dance. She seemed happy, yet when she would look away from him, she grew darker and darker. She began to weep, her eyes growing darker, her hair dimmed, her touch rougher, she grew smaller.
One day, she vanished, she grew smaller, unable to be seen. The stars wept, cried and screamed for her, yet she never came back.
Finally they found her, she became a living thing on a planet once like her, so beautiful. She was small, to small to see.
The stars began to create pictures in the sky for her, ones full of story and history, ones of happiness and sorrow, love and death.
So every night, when she looks up, she can see them. She always knew they loved her, would never stop until they flickered out, like candles on a rainy day. So, she always looked at them, every night.
But she once again vanished, but forever. She was no living thing, no planet. She grew to a star, one of life and bright colors, she danced out in the universe. So, the stars that loved her joined in an endless cycle of beauty.