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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

('Boring... this is boring...')

Calliope toyed with a fallen black pawn in her hand, clicking her tongue as she eyed her opponent.

('Chess, huh... I thought learning the mechanics would make it challenging. But now that I'm playing, it doesn't seem that hard')

Across the board sat a brown-haired guy, frowning as he contemplated his next move—a black knight looming ahead.

With a small sigh, Calliope slid her white bishop forward, capturing a pawn and cracking open his defense.

"Mate." Calliope spoke.

"Ugh, I didn't see that coming! Now I have to move my king..." the brown-haired lad, Alduin, blurted out.

Calliope simply nodded and swiftly adjusted the positions of her white rook and king.

The game heated up as each chess piece found its place in the battle. Alduin's brow knit in concentration as he scrambled to fend off Calliope's relentless onslaught.

Black and White Kings (2)