Post by NE Admin on Feb 24, 2009 21:57:33 GMT -5
We've all heard tales. Stories, poems, plays, or even from word-of-mouth. More often then not, however, we forget these tales. More often then not-we forget how much these tales influence our lives. You see, these tales were written by Authors. Authors who were just as mortal as you, or as I. The only differance between them and us-is that they wrote the story. It was their mind that penned worlds, characters, and plots that most could never think of. It is mind boggling to think, but it is true.
The sad thing is, even Authors are mortal. That, after their death people continue to relay their stories; but with no protector or guide these stories are altered unfairly. Everything changes-maybe not always for the best, but yes, it changes.
Now, I ask you to listen to me. The Authors may be dead to us-but they are still alive. Yes! Yes, my friend-they are. And they still write away, and still create fantastic worlds, characters and plots that most could never think of. And, you know what the best part is? We are all part of their new books, yes-we are part of their story.
There is no true plot here, we are simply each writing our lives. Some with help of others, others on their own. This is an afterlife, but not a paradise-this is life being written, this is death being told. This is,
Nevermore
The sad thing is, even Authors are mortal. That, after their death people continue to relay their stories; but with no protector or guide these stories are altered unfairly. Everything changes-maybe not always for the best, but yes, it changes.
Now, I ask you to listen to me. The Authors may be dead to us-but they are still alive. Yes! Yes, my friend-they are. And they still write away, and still create fantastic worlds, characters and plots that most could never think of. And, you know what the best part is? We are all part of their new books, yes-we are part of their story.
There is no true plot here, we are simply each writing our lives. Some with help of others, others on their own. This is an afterlife, but not a paradise-this is life being written, this is death being told. This is,
Nevermore