In a wooden rolling chair in the back room of an unusually large house, a young man stared unwaveringly at a blank sheet of paper. Blue spectacles slipped down his slight nose as he stared more ferociously at the paper, its blank surface seemingly mocking him. With a huff, he ran his long fingers through a mane of coarse brown hair. His left hand still clutched an emerald green fountain pen and with uncertainty he began to put the pen nib to the paper.
Slowly and surely, he began to write.
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In my world there is a thing called a literary and a thing called a willuser. Those in between are just normal, if that word can even be applied to anyone anymore. The willusers themselves are a completely different story.
Everything here is written down. You can't escape it, you can't fight it. Written word has the most power. It is infinite and absolute and can make even the most competent wordsmith cower on his knees. Lexiconicy is granted only to the best of the best, those who have shown unimaginable skill with prose and poetry. They are the only people who even get to see paper, let along write on it. And with that power, they can start or end wars, enchant or decimate, plant misery or hope. Literaries can control any walk of life with just a stroke of the pen.
You see, where I come from, everyone is assigned a literary from birth. They shape how you look, what you do, what you eat, and how you interact socially. Anything that you do is carefully controlled by a literary. They are your storywriter and thus you are a figment of their imagination. But that doesn’t mean that procreation isn’t done the normal way. Not at all. I have a normal father just like anyone else.
Everyone who walks the street was raised by a literary until the age of twelve. At that age you are released and allowed to either become a literary, or do something else productive.
No one knew just how much power all the literaries had until willusers started to emerge.
And no one knew just how screwed we all were until the literaries started to fight back.
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Nihilist
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