The Eternal Abyss
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An endless abyss, a bottomless void: that's what I am. Someone who just writes and lets the words flow out, someone who never, EVER, ends her stories, simply because of that: The End. Here's a collection of those short, incomplete stories, with abrupt endings and underdeveloped characters with beautiful flaws and calculated mistakes. These stories I pulled out of the abyss I filled up with works, poems, and cool dialogues I came up with in the middle of the night.
I just hope it's worth your time.
~Aayath
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