I was named after your imagination.
I don't have any identity.
Someone created me.
Someone wrote me.
My sole duty is to write.
I can only exist because you believe.
This existence continues as you read.
If you stop then I was gone.
This is a fact. I don't exist.
I have the life of fiction.
I am Whize Fiction.
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Stories by Whize Fiction
- 16 Published Stories
Someone Like You (Chapter 5 - Fina...
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He never tells her... She never knew... Not until, someone revealed it. She fall for him... but he already mo...
#75 in myself
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By Your Side
248
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By Your Side
written by mr.whize
Copyright © 2015 mrwhize. All Rights Reserved.
No part of this story either...
#143 in weird
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The Last Trip
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A cadet meets a girl on the last bus trip.
Same bus but different destination.
Will they be able to meet once...
#77 in last
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