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An author dies a fourth time
When her little nephew innocently asks: what are you writing? And she hides it: not because she wrote something shameful, but because she wrote something. A part of her that can would stay with her, wilt with her,
Die with her.
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Favorited! Favorited, favorited, favorited!
Somehow, someway, you captivated me in this one. It took a great deal of courage to start writing, and I wouldn't let most people see it. This included my own parents (though I'd ask my brothers to read them from time to time because they didn't care) and other important friends. This is something I'm working on, and kind of broke the barrier of (in a way?) with my own short story, and I just have to say that this one hits close to home.
Nicely woven as the last chapters were.
That place you keep hidden in your heart is both a haven and a hell.