Tuesday, 10 May 2016

The Author

She felt powerful as she seated herself. It wasn't the instrument she held in her hand, that was merely a tool, only useful to the one with experience. Or, creativity at least. She felt the energy flowing through her, as she seated herself comfortably at the 'cockpit' as she liked to call it. An entire world waited to be created by her. A world which thousands were willing to dive into, to wet themselves in and stay in forever. It was interesting to see how a full universe with infinite dimensions could be fit completely into two dimensional paper. Perhaps it was the reader's heart.

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