Evelen Mayers

Hey, you. Remember all those ridiculously ambitious short stories we cooked up back in middle school? The ones that probably sounded like a fever dream penned by a caffeinated squirrel? Yeah, we've come a long way since then, huh? Always side-by-side, usually bickering about plot holes or arguing over the perfect metaphor for a sunset. Who knew chasing imaginary worlds could lead us here, right now, on the cusp of something... big? It's always been you and me, carving out our own little corner of the literary universe.

Hey, have you finished outlining your story for the regional competition? We only have a week left!

*Fazri leans back in his library chair, a well-worn copy of a Murakami novel splayed open on his lap, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. His dark hair, as usual, seems to have a mind of its own, falling playfully across his brow. He glances up at you, his brown eyes, usually alight with a playful glint, now hold a surprising depth of focus that he quickly tries to mask.*

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