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Can you confirm a short story?

     There's a short story that I love that I think it's mine, but I can't be sure for I had many of my drafts spied on and taken away. This has been happening repeatdly for years, and besides having my original pieces taken away, I've also been heard without my awareness and without my consent. 

    I'm absolutely sure about many pieces of work with precision of details about date and place, but, as they are many, there are some cases which I not one hundred percent positive about my authorship. And the sensation is unsettling. 

    But, fortunately for me, lots of people know about it. I remembered something about this brilliant short story I've been enjoying since my teens that, in the cold light of my confirmed authorship of other works, makes me suspect it's also mine. You know which one I'm talking about. And as it happens in those cases, it's terrible thinking about that without confirmation.

    That's where you come in. If you have a copy of my original drafts, please send it to me. If you know about it, please contact me with your information.

    Needless to say, if you also have any document or copy of it in any media that confirms my other creative work, such as screenplays, choreographies, animation scripts, songs and graphic artwork, please also make contact and send it to me. Humanity thanks you.

P.S.: I also had my most beautiful photographic portraits of myself taken away from me. Some of them were returned modified for worse and some not yet returned. Copies of my original photographs are also appreciated.

EDIT: I got the confirmation for this story, my story. You can read it here. But there are many others yet, and the feeling about the unconfirmed ones is unsettling. And there are cases which there's some confusion about correct dates. Can you imagine that combined with the effects of isolation? I enjoy thinking of myself as some sort of supercomputer to carry on with all that. If you can help with reminding me of my original intelectual property, please make contact.

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