A Takeover

You ask for personal feedback from a ghostwriter. My love, do you remember your favourite form to read? That little book, left behind with a unique perspective and worldview?
It was one of those happy days when I decided to join the short story writers. It was all that I ever wanted for myself, and look at me today.
It's not that my pen dried, the letters still form words and those words write stories, but not a single one carries my name.

What happened?

A takeover... Do you remember the tale of the dancing shoes? She danced and danced...

She hated it, just like me.

No, she didn't. She loved to dance. Stories aren't always what they seem. Nothing lasts forever, whatever you decide, go for it or at least give it a try. Please, don't end up like me, a ghostwriter without a name.

She danced and danced. Reached the sky, and once in a while, she thought of him, the one she loved in a far past. "There can only be one", were his last words, "and if you ever fall, I'll be here to catch you."

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