Tag: writing

I'm just the writer. I'm like a mirror. I show the reflections of what's real. I can't decide the ending any more than I can stop the sun. I only…

Maybe we're trapped in the stories we're telling. I can't tell it any way I want. I can't write it in a way that makes vampires good—they stop being vampires—but…

It's vampires all the way down, and the man's dreams, he always wanted to own a club with his name on it, became a nightmare. The reality, the soul, was…

But, I forgot my story. You see, I want your help with the ending. Let us say, a man like you, who loved his sister and trusted his friend, was…

Men have sold their souls for less… noble reasons, their dreams… You always wanted this club? The girl last night was beautiful, but when I looked in her eyes, I…

Do you remember that girl last night? How her raven hair flowed over her shoulders or how she smiled when I told her that dumb joke about the fish? She…

Yet, the story prevails, it calls to us, and like a dream, we can get caught up in knowledge which our rational mind would, in perfect wakefulness, by which I…

It won't matter how much I know that vampires don't exist; if I find myself in a vampire story, I know what sort of story I am in. Now, don't…