I suppose one would expect me to know when exactly I began. To be completely honest, I haven't the faintest idea. I simply and suddenly existed.
I am the voice that is heard when all other voices are silent. I should say that when stories were put on paper was when I began, really. When people stopped using their own voices and needed something new to take over. I am called The Narrator. I have overseen many stories. I have looked into the minds of countless characters to tell their thoughts. Sometimes the characters will tell their own stories for me, but most of the time I am the voice you hear in your head.
I don't have any favorite or hated stories, I just tell them all. I truly love the span of human imagination, and how endless it is. One might assume that I am lonely, but I find company in all the minds of the writers who give me life. Every bit of writing gives me breath and I enjoy every moment of it. It doesn't matter if you consider yourself good or bad, I love to be the voice of the story all the same. I have witnessed countless love stories, countless deaths and murders, countless adventures, and they are all so unique and beautiful!
I can't imagine myself ever having an end. After all, how could stories end when there is always someone to write them? I may have a thousand tales left to tell, who knows? Of course you, dear reader, could give me a voice as well. That little story you considered but threw away- pick it up, I would love to tell it even if you feel it isn't worth writing. That project you started but gave up on- well I'm not out of breath yet, so why don't we finish it together?
YOU ARE READING
Local Dreamer: A Collection of Short Stories
Short Story"Don't give up. Push through the droughts. Channel the inevitable disappointments into your craft. Break molds. Think. Create. And most importantly, stay alive. And in the meantime, make it about others. That seems to work. Stay strong. Live on. Pow...
