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Wednesday, October 8, 2008
REALITY
There was a man, he had the ability to make stories come to life. People would always go to him, ask him to write them their very own story. The people were overjoyed when the stories would come out true. Soon they grew to fear his power though... They feared what he could do, and they started to curse him. One day they had enough, and they stormed into his house, took him, and chopped off his hands so that never again would he be able to write. The man grew bitter, disgusted at their foolishness. Years passed, finally the man lay on his deathbed, people cheering all over town, relieved he was going to pass. With the man's few last breaths, he grinned a wicked grin, for his heart had turned sour.. and his last words were that the town may never be able to tell reality from fiction, and so it was. The village was sent into a different dimension, askew from the reality whence it came, and was doomed to live out lives that were not even real.
I remember a very long time ago, I read something like this, so I tried to remember it, and wrote it in my own words and added some stuff to it
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