No one really knows where I'm from. I prefer it that way.
What you'll find here aren't my stories... but not because I didn't write them.
They reach me from a version of myself that doesn't exist yet, a future "me", somewhere ahead in time.
Sometimes I begin a story. Sometimes I finish it. Sometimes I leave it before I understand it.
It doesn't depend on me in the present.
It depends on me in time.
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Stories by E. N. Trivel
- 2 Published Stories
Una carta con sal. E. N. Trivel
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Versión en español de la obra original A letter with salt. Porque el idioma no puede limitar ni contener una...
A letter with salt
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When Roselyn was a child, she wrote a letter to God and placed it inside an envelope filled with salt ( She'd...