Z.R. Coeur

Once upon a time, there was a storyteller who loved to write. She'd spend hours upon hours inking words onto paper, thoughts flowing like a free river. And one day she stopped. Instead she grew to love art and music, acting and song;  and her passion for writing, though still there, had been quieted. But the storyteller had always wanted to return to writing, because of all her loves, it was certainly the greatest. 
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  Hi. Welcome to my page. Previously known as InkSRose, I am currently writing under the pseudonym ZRCouer, and although I left many unfinished stories the last time I was here, I plan on completing all of them.  Including the one I began at the start of this About Me section. I hope you enjoy what I have to share. Please feel free to review, give stars, and ask questions.
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They say when you love something, you let it go, and if it was truly yours, it will return to you in time. The storyteller waited for her writing to return. She missed the inky thorns and paper roses made of stories she could weave in a blink. She missed the soft feel of the words in her mouth as she read them aloud. She missed being the storyteller. The storyteller waited and waited and waited until one day, she picked up someone else's marvelous tale. And that alone, forced something in her to  break, and suddenly she was full again. 
The storyteller returned to her greatest love, and finished telling the stories she'd always wanted to finish. 

Fin.