“Every life has the potential for one great story, the one that’s usually hidden away in complete secrecy defended by the walls of reasoning, uncertainty and excuses.”
-Robin Tey
Gifted with a curse.. Cursed with a gift..
I have written a multitude of stories in the short time I have lived..
I have never needed to sharpen my pencil..
I have never had my ink run dry..
I have never run out of paper..
And, I have never once.. Written my story.
My storybook has never seen the presence of pen or pencil nor has it ever come close to opening..
Forever have my pages been blank..
And yet, I have never once.. Stopped writing..
My library now contains a complete archive of novels that I have published with my own two hands for the world to see..
All holding the same trait in hand, with the author’s name rusted clean..
A law set in stone since birth..
“Every book in existence published by this author, old and new.. Shall forever remain in shadow’s cage.”
A contract signed and sealed to my grave..
To ensure that past, present and future forever stay coveted by the façade that is truth..
The chains of the future have pushed present’s embrace to the tunnel’s end, leaving the past hidden by forward sight as it has always been and always will be..
Now, I can not write in present tense..
Now, I can not write in past tense..
But, Now.. Only the latter..
Restricted to rules commanded by fate.. I have written of the world void of water’s reflection, leaving only water’s ripples..
This is my story..
My Curse..
My Gift..
My Shadow Legacy..
I am a writer at heart
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