When I wrote these stories, I was 14, and I thought I would keep writing them here forever. What happened instead was I stopped writing and I forgot about these stories. The ones I wasn't able to publish are sitting dusty and unfinished wherever I have left them. I don't know if I will ever be able to finish them. I don't know if I still want to.
When I remembered, quite recently, that these stories existed, I contemplated whether or not to take them down. Or else, try to revise them. But going through them became a task more difficult than I had anticipated. These stories don't seem like they belong to me anymore. I no longer feel that I had written them. So I will leave them here untouched. It feels like the right thing to do.
To the young girl who believed in magic.
YOU ARE READING
To Faraway {A collection of short stories}
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