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(Tw: contents will focus on the dark genre, exploring disturbing topics)

Every author loves their story.

Sure, you may get tired of writing it after quite a while, but even so; it was a novel you enjoyed writing before, no?

The words you put consideration to, the effort you did research overnight.

The thrill to have a reader, the thought of someone enjoyed your work.

All of it was something you used to cherish, but you may end up forgetting the joy over small things one day as you move on.

Everyone loves their work.

But some forget they did.

The Author's Playground

The dim candlelight flickered, casting eerie shadows across the room as someone's voice echoed in the entire room.

"No i-chilith lasto i-thirith ú-dirnen,

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Leithio boe aen adel hen,

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Na galad hen a ind nimmid,

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Losto fair, panno nin."

Her slender fingers glided over the deck, shuffling the black cards.

Slowly, she laid out three cards face down on the worn wooden floor.

One by one, she flipped them over.

Her fingers stilled mid-air, and hesitation flickered across her face.

Something was wrong.

Before she could process further, the door creaked open, breaking the silence.

"Sorry for just walking in. I knocked, but you didn't answer... You see, everyone was worried 'cause you've been locking yourself in for three days straight."

I said no! Do you want to hear it in spanish? Noh (1)