The tales I tell...
There once a girl who dreamt of exploring the vastness of words, of being able to grasp her thoughts in her hand. To collect stories, riddles and ideologies, stretched in her constellation of thoughts, But the thing is, it was also the same thing that she wants to conceal, so she tried to bury it down deep in the comfort of her consciousness...
But then she woke up one day and It came to her that there is something that she have longed for, something that she holds highly with doubts. Conclusive yet buried deep into her senses, coated with her absence of trust. So she had tried to dig, dig up and dig—We're the hurdles, fear? Or the possibility that she might bear?
The End."

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Antoine's Curious Collection of Arbitrary Short Stories
RandomThis book is a compilation of my random thoughts turned into short stories