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This is the story of a girl named Hayden. Hayden is, what many may call, gifted but also loving and passionate. After a terrible tragedy took her life, she must return to earth in order to be granted her angel wings. She must save the citizens from the world being destroyed by their foolishness. ••••••••• This is the final draft of a play I have written for a play competition before Covid-19 happened. I am currently writing it in novel form. The scenes of the play are separated like chapters in a novel

Each day, you come from a college campus and find a man named Jotaro. He was always reading something interesting. He was a quiet guy. As you met saw him at the bench during the day, you talked to him and got closer to him. **spoilers for Jjba Part 6** Also, I would not classify this as a romance. This is my first attempt at a (y/n) story but in the first person. I hope you like this.

"And finally, Earth can have peace. We will all know at the same time, what happens after death." "I want everything covered, my plans, everything I want to do. The world will watch itself die." "Everyone has dreams. Make money or be like Elon musk. I think mine is to be the cause of the end of the world" It's dark, and probably insane. I apologize, but enjoy.

Her eyes. A bright blessed day. To his dark sacred night. "I think to myself." "What a wonderful world." ~~~ A Short Story by: siren_doodles Cover by: Me [Template Used]

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄 Thank you for reading, dear someone. I hope you don't find me bothersome. I hope this letter finds you in better circumstances than when we last spoke. And I hope-more than anything-that I finally get to hold you for real. It was sometime in the 1950s when a mailman, by sheer accident, delivered a letter to the Kim household. Believing it to be trash, Sunoo's father tossed it away without a second thought. But something about it caught Sunoo's eye. With quiet curiosity, he retrieved it from the bin. To his surprise, the letter wasn't just a crumpled page-it had been folded into the shape of a paper airplane. That alone was strange. But what truly stirred him was the way it was written, as if the words-mysterious and unclaimed-had been meant for him. He had never received a letter before in his life. Perhaps, in some peculiar way, he was meant to reply. Without delay, he reached for a blank sheet and a pen, heart fluttering with questions. Who had sent it? What did it mean? And more importantly-what would he write in return? Would he even dare to write back?