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2025-08-22
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2025-09-20
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Small Words have a bigger meaning

Summary:

I have writers block and can’t seem to think of long texts for my Nuzi works so, I’m making small sentences or paragraphs for me to build back up to my chapters!

Notes:

Sorry for being on a long hiatus, hope you can accept my apology and understand why I took it. 🤍
-M

Chapter 1

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Purple.

The one thing that felt through enough to know the answer, but different enough to know the truth about.

A color of mystery and yet, depth to know its origin.

The color that apparently fit with his color of yellow but, foreign to really see that potential of appearance.

Chapter 2

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The girl had eyes like a sirens but the bite of a tiger.
He was a dandelion of angelic power.

Chapter 3

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The sun, the moon, the stars and a galaxy only seemed abysmal to what was next to their terms.
Her rage seemed to hire when she remembered, what was taken over for her own desire.

He thought, did not.
He was of course gentle and friendly seemingly of roses and dandelions of small petaled sweets. They’d never form of a golden retriever he’d proceed.

They’d never make it be, no way no how, and yet whenever he smiled her fire seemed lighter. When he listened the sound crackled to softened glows.

He didn’t water her but persevered her a road of tears that need be shed upon. The dire feeling of what seemed to be in both of their hearts,
Love.

Chapter 4: What Hurts?

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(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

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What hurts most?

The fact your loves heart was hanging for dear life?

Or the fact that your there hopeless with the same agonizing thoughts and feelings of hopelessness as her?

Notes:

Hey guys. I’m sick, got some sort of inflamed throat thing going on. It’s nothing serious like dying I promise but I’ve been having up and down fevers like a goddamn rollercoaster at kings island.

Chapter 5

Notes:

Sooooooo I was thinking of N’s perspective if I finished one of my works. Is that weird to think of?

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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Somehow when seeing her even if I can’t hear I feel like I can.

Whatever her voice sounds like or what even a sound is, just seeing her is like a dream that I never knew I had.

Her voice must feel like honey and something uniquely hers in a way.

I can hear her, even if I can’t.

Because seeing is a powerful as hearing.

Notes:

I definitely feel tired… but I’m writing out my thoughts I think of. But… bad part is it’s not all novel level you know what I mean?