Shadows of the Storyteller

Author's Note. This story consists personal events that happened in real life, which some were altered to fit the plot of the story. It is also based from the delulu moments of the author which the proud best bespren and nakshie mara worked hard for, and some banyo thoughts of the author . The story also includes names of individuals that are real and living people in the author's life, though the names are not their whole real names for the protection of their privacy, they were also asked for permission for the usage of their names in the story. Any scene similar to other stories are purely coincidental for this story is completely from the imagination of the author, otherwise if the scenes are eerily similar and seems to be flagged as copy and pasted please feel free to message me in this platform. Thank you and Enjoy Reading!

There was once a tale teller, whose soul is so unfortunate. She bears a heart of golden, a mind full of wit, a mouth of a poet, a body of a gymnast, eyes of a sharp cat, nose and ears of an elf, hair so majestic, and the most unfortunate soul. She was perfection from another's eyes but was the most broken from the perspective of those who she let to be truly known. She always seems so happy; her laughter fills the room every single time that they are with her. But only her pillows can hear her sorrowful cries. Her hands bear magic, for she writes what she feels; and she lets her readers feel her, except her sorrows and cries.

And so, she writes every negative thought, embedding them in flowering scenes and lovely words. She once drafted a novel where she killed the protagonist, Lai, her subconscious, just so the thoughts that wants to end her life would end. Satisfying the intrusive thoughts by ending a part of her. And so, she felt relief, and bearing the power to end a part of her without her vanishing from the reality, the death of her characters that were distinguished as her subconscious were gone; a character after another.