Once Gone
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MatureComplete Mon, Dec 12, 2016<5 mins
This is a short dialogue based story. The conflict in this is not directly said, though simple to gather. It's for the reader to discover themselves. Both characters are left without gender. This is so the reader can directly connect with the characters better. They are also, of course, left nameless for this purpose. Please, I would really love any and all criticism for this. I would like to hear real critique on what is well done and poorly done on this. I've never quite done a story like this before, but it was really interesting to write. I keep all of my other works unpublished, but this one will remain published. Thank you.
COVER PHOTO CREDIT: Massive thanks Goes to Shiro, who receives full credit for the beautiful piece they have given me permission to use!
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