As The Imagination Explodes

As The Imagination Explodes

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This e-book is a compilation of all the literary works I did in my Creative Writing class during my second semester in 3rd year. Works included are short stories, flash fiction, poems and many more. This is a fun collection wherein you get to see a glimpse of my creative side. All the works here are done with effort, best and hard work and some are even very personal for me. Ever since I have been a frustrated writer of fiction and I am happy to have a chance of making that dream a bit coming true. All the works here are close to my heart and will forever be. All are not just a mere output but a product of who I am. As an author, I am exqcited to present my works and let you, the reader enjoy a sneak peek of my fictional world. Thank you and enjoy. Remember....all these are made AS THE IMAGINATION EXPLODES. And as you read, may yours explode too...
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Synopsis Gulf You. Ruined. Me. Took me three years to finally move on. 3 years to stop scheming on how I can hurt you the way you hurt me. Then now you stand before me smiling like nothing happened. Like I just imagined all my pain. Like you don't even know. I swear I'll make you remember. I will make you pay. Mew You. Brought. Me. Back. To. Life. 3 years after you left me. You sitting before me looking like you want to kill me. All I can think about is changing our memories. To make happier ones. Ones when you will never think of leaving me. I swear I'll make you forget. This time, I swear, I'll never let you go.

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