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The Void Writer

This young man in his early life as a teenager is considered to be a talent born once every century. A modern Shakespeare. Highly regarded by thousands of people all around the globe with his tear-jerking creations of love story that will make men and women cry. In short, a genius. But everyone knew of his true nature. Despite being awarded countless awards as one of the best romance author in the whole world, he's... clueless. Everything about love. His cold demeanor and a stone cold face shows no signs of attractions or feelings to anyone. He doesn't feel any attraction to anyone. Now, he enters the first years of his high school life. Several interesting characters entered his life in which fate clearly planned to. Will he be able to feel the feelings of the character he writes in his novels or will he just be the same old, cold and heartless, 'Void Writer'? AUTHOR'S NOTE: As much as I'd like to reference real books in the real world in this story, I'm afraid that I cannot since there's copyrights and licensing protecting those things. And I'm not going to risk it. So that's why most of the books in this story will be made up by me.

Yrythaela · Realistis
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169 Chs

Theodore's Torn Page III

I entered this trip without looking forward to anything at all. Yet time and time again, I've been proven wrong in so many ways. 

I couldn't do anything as I was swept away from the currents of the people that were around me. 

The light from the abyss from where I'm currently binded to grew large and brighter like a star up in the sky.

It was still nothing compared to the darkness that were around the void.

But yet, it was a miraculous something that I didn't understand.

A small light forming, breaking through the endless darkness.

I reached out to it, as the ultimate curiosity got to me. I couldn't understand what it was.

Yet it was something that I needed to know.

What was that light, at the very edge of the neverending darkness.

I've awoken from my deep thoughts, finding myself in that picnic place at one of the places that we were supposed to go to.