Tina doesn't like to post like I don't like flossing my teeth. Unless it's the floss and pick combo. I like those.
I like to pretend that I'm alone in a dark room, with just the faint flickering of a single candle on a table in the corner. I have a piece of parchment, ink and quill and I am writing. Writing something that is sure to be earth shattering. My name will be uttered for centuries to come. My life will not have been in vain. And whenever a young girl or boy finds themselves alone in their room crying, all they need to do is reach for my work, turn a page and everything will be better.
Stories are powerful things. I remember when I was young, my mother would come home from work with a new fairy tale book for me. My eyes would light up, I'd say a half-assed thanks and shut myself in my room. And such beautiful words that were in those books. Tales of misery and triumph! Evil always defeated and always, always undying love. I'll always know I have a friend in books, and I will never be alone as long as there are people with imagination and the capacity to come up with more fantasy worlds.
Books. Such a beautiful word.
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