As a writer, I am a sculptor of words, chiseling meaning from the marble of language.
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Stories by njyntkyzj
WE WERE SEVENTEEN
They were a secret melody the world refused to let play.
Now, one is trapped in a golden cage, and the other...
NOTICE
The love that nobody noticed. But it was just right in front of our eyes .Maybe we just wanted to ignore the...
A SMILE BEFORE THE BLOOD DRIES
A quiet witness. A dangerous killer. One runs, the other follows-and neither can look away. Even though he li...