Short Little Writings

The Storyteller

Have you ever wondered where talking about one’s “life story” came from, or maybe why [at the start of the upcoming year] people say “first page of a new chapter”? Have you ever considered why life keeps moving forward and certain paths cross?

You have? Great. Then you will be very interested in what I have to tell you.

“Who am I?” Did you really just ask ME that? Are you that ignorant?!

I guess I’ll forgive you. We are in the age of the stupid mortals - relying on iApple phones or cellular laptops to distract ourselves from the world around. You probably wouldn’t have heard of me… not with all the Kim Kardashians and the Taylor Swifts of the world.

You see, it's my job to bring people's stories to life. I'm always recording everyone and everything. I am the Storyteller. I carry around my notebook and my pen, scribbling down what is past, now, and yet to be - all at once. I write everyone’s life story and I am in control of what will happen to you.

Don’t get confused. I’m not your God, nor am I  Buddha, Allah, or any other god worshipped in the name of religion. In fact, I’m not a god in any way. I just exist - me and my pen and paper.

I can see how one may think I am a god. I see all, I know all, and I can tell all of what is to be. 

I write your story. I write about your mother’s life. I compose the story of the random boy down the street. I interlope every story together and make the paths cross. Me. My work. I cause wars, love, fights, friendship, births, deaths. I am the powerful one.

I am everywhere at once, observing with my far-reaching senses. In fact, I'm behind you now, watching you read this. But don't bother looking - you'll never see me.

I lurk in dark corners, squeezed into the cracks of the wall. I float through the air - as tiny as a bug. I soar in the blue sky - as big as a storm cloud. I’m constantly around you, and your mother, and the boy down the street. You’ll never escape me, no matter how hard you try. You’ll never see me (and know its me) because I am the master of disguises.

I shape-shift in the blink of an eye. I can hop around your house without you noticing a single movement. Remember when you lost your pen? You swore you saw it on your desk, but it was really in your bag? Yeah, that was me on your desk. But which time? You misplace your pens and pencils quite often.

So… the lesson to be learned here is that I am responsible for the stories of lives of people everywhere. I am here and there at the same time. 

And I’m always watching you.. writing about you… waiting for the right time...