As the saying goes, the only thing constant in this world is change, but not for me. The world may have changed, but some remain forever constant. The scary thing is, I have not forgotten anything from when we started this journey, not a day, nor a memory has been buried. Some things are meant to be lost, some are meant to be found, but what about us? Are we to be found or should we be lost in the strife instead?
Destinies and fates written in the cosmic web, how will each of us fair in the paths we shall take? Through the eyes of a god, how mortal are we to them? In the eyes of a reader, how interesting will our actions be?
A collection of short stories I have made in the span of the pandemic. Currently in the process of creating a whole story and not just a collection of short ones. This will just be my emotional experiences turned into written fiction for pure entertainment. This is my first ever novel and written in my non-native language, I greatly appreciate any feedback and constructive criticism that you can provide regarding my writing.