Letum Stories

they say death is something written down, something made to happen. they say it's inevitable. it is. but apparently, that doesn't make it hurt any less. © s.g. Humor #363, 06/19/14 Short Story #342, 06/03/14

It all begins with a blank page. With the tip of a never dulling black pencil, with something much more enchanting than graphite held within. In thick heavy strokes, and light whimsical flicks of this pencil; you were born. You started as an idea. You grew into the thin lines of a draft sketch. Your personality, your DNA, everything about you was poured into his sketch book. He gave you your freckles, your dimples, your hair, your eye color. He gave you your family, your large nose, your perfect imperfections. He designed you to be different from everyone else. He designed every living thing with a purpose and a meaning. He designed every breathing organism to be a miracle. The world around you isn't yours but his. He is Life and I am his apprentice.