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Yes, it's true. I'm retired from creating books for the foreseeable future so my announcement from last night isn't a shoddy marketing ploy akin to countless slasher movie franchises (that deceptive though uncruel tactic to gain more money is a bit of a pet peeve of mine).
Yet there are three parallel stories of a brief nature who await to leave the nest of my imagination and they've done so for quite some time. This latent creation of three faces and one soul will be given life on my blog if the tri-fold tether of inspiration, creativity, and endurance doesn't flee from me and her. My quick tale is unlikely to fly before July leaves for his annual vacation though hopefully she will be able to before this year retires (there's a smidgen of a possibility that my story will be adapted into a wee little script one day too...by yours truly). ★★★ Art I by Gerd Altmann. Art II and III by Victoria_Borodinova. I could not sustain myself as an artist despite pouring blood straight from my heart, injecting my undiluted imagination, and stitching fragments of my soul into my literature yet that doesn't mean that I failed; as I shall elaborate on later. My cessation does not arrive upon the wake of recluse sales though that is a mote doleful and superficially so.
Once upon a time, Charlie used to enjoy instant coffee. However, he fell in love with her badass sister over the years.
Faux Love clothes itself as a manifestation of authenticity though its hierarchy of whom is loved the least to the greatest reveals its heart.
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