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Little accomplishments from my closet- the small tales I told imaginary friends there. The book is simply a collection of stories I wrote throughout the years at the back of many notebooks- some intended to be bigger stories while some are middle chapters of stories in work and some are meant to be once in a lifetime encounter. I write stories of things I'd like to read about, often coming across as things dark and mysterious. I take inspiration from everyday things in writing these stories- cartoon shows, games, anime.
The above cover is hand drawn by me which depicts one of my characters in his everyday life.
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