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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.

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Theodore's Torn Page I

Thoughts swirled around my head like an endless torrent.

Drowning in the darkness.

Water was like a burning sensation of flames as I got dragged down in the whirlpool.

Slowly sinking down to... where?

I don't know.

The space seemed endless.

It has no beginning and it has no end.

I couldn't tell space and time from my mind.

As I drift off in the darkness, the more I got consumed by it. 

As time passed by, I learned to accept it.

It was my home.

It is my home.

I told to myself over and over.

But no matter how much I tried to escape in that never ending void, I couldn't.

As no light passed through. I was there, stuck in that endless limbo.

"Hey man, you good?" A loud annoying voice just entered my mind as I opened my eyes.

"Deprived of sleep." I quickly replied as I couldn't bother to hold on a conversation. 

I walked through that small gates that held countless people.