This was my pain when I was writing the short story, ‘let her know’ because to provide a damn soul for the story without soul it would be just a genre nothing else but after all for that I would have to feel the real pain, for that I would have to manage the stress to write as it as.
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My pain wow! I love it, it’s so enjoyable. The darkness wow! It’s so obsessed to the pain. This pain is so beautiful, it gloom’s in the Death Valley to the death swan. When this pain hits I start breathing without that pain it’s seems that I’m completely impure, when I start to starve for that pain wow! The tears which meet my lips feel something to me, like a moment where I can imagine my life. The empty heart wow! It’s like a death valley where death means to me. The whole hearted emptiness in the Death Valley reminds me of my imagine life. When I start starving for that the tears which met my lips wow! When there is nothing in that valley I starting dyeing for it, it means to me. I don’t want to be an evil but that devilish hits me like I am completed in the valley of death. The devil hates the humans but when the devil seems incomplete without humanity, the intensity of devilish starves for death in the valley of death. “This is how villains are made!”
It’s time to put my pain on; this is how villains are made.
Read my story to for encouragement at least.
Dark Fiction
In this personal note, I share the raw emotions behind writing my short story Let Her Know. This wasn’t just writing—it was surviving. I embraced real pain, darkness, and emptiness to give life to a story that otherwise would’ve been hollow. This reflection reveals how pain didn’t just inspire my words; it became the soul of my story
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While writing Let Her Know, I realized that stories without soul are just empty genres. To give mine life, I had to feel real pain. In this reflection, I share how darkness, loneliness, and inner struggle became my strange companions during the writing process. My pain wasn’t just something I carried—it became the fuel for my words. This is how I created not just a story, but a piece of myself hidden in fiction.
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Dark Fiction
In this personal note, I share the raw emotions behind writing my short story Let Her Know. This wasn’t just writing—it was surviving. I embraced real pain, darkness, and emptiness to give life to a story that otherwise would’ve been hollow. This reflection reveals how pain didn’t just inspire my words; it became the soul of my story
2.5
While writing Let Her Know, I realized that stories without soul are just empty genres. To give mine life, I had to feel real pain. In this reflection, I share how darkness, loneliness, and inner struggle became my strange companions during the writing process. My pain wasn’t just something I carried—it became the fuel for my words. This is how I created not just a story, but a piece of myself hidden in fiction.
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