Post by Edgar Allan Poe on Jun 29, 2008 20:10:29 GMT -5
You stand inside the vast library. Unaware of the many minds, hearts, souls, and eyes that are watching you. You are alone, and yet you are not. Suddenly, a grim voice echoes.
"All you must do, is answer this simple riddle:
With your sword you draw my blood,
But with my words I change the tables,
All That Matters, is who acts first?
You do not know? You fool!
You really should read more..
It is the words, yes.
Don't believe me?
I will prove to you, which is mightier." [/i]
Confused, you wait, you wait for hours on end, and nothing happens. Thinking it is a hoax you go to leave. But you cannot. The books fall off the shelves in rapid succession. And now, you understand.
The Afterlife of writers, is called many names. But most of the time you'd call it a Library or a Bookstore. Companies even label this afterlife. And yet, few know of it. Writers of the past, present, and future live in this Afterlife, and are like gods. Anything they write is law, and happens to whoever they are writing about. Even these gods, must learn though. Each Writer wants to join the other, and soon these stories become novels, with the powers of two or more writers. But, that's not the only part. The writers live their lives as well, doing everything that any other immortal can do-with one exception, they control our lives by writing. They are the gods.
Dare You Enter?
"All you must do, is answer this simple riddle:
With your sword you draw my blood,
But with my words I change the tables,
All That Matters, is who acts first?
You do not know? You fool!
You really should read more..
It is the words, yes.
Don't believe me?
I will prove to you, which is mightier." [/i]
Confused, you wait, you wait for hours on end, and nothing happens. Thinking it is a hoax you go to leave. But you cannot. The books fall off the shelves in rapid succession. And now, you understand.
The Afterlife of writers, is called many names. But most of the time you'd call it a Library or a Bookstore. Companies even label this afterlife. And yet, few know of it. Writers of the past, present, and future live in this Afterlife, and are like gods. Anything they write is law, and happens to whoever they are writing about. Even these gods, must learn though. Each Writer wants to join the other, and soon these stories become novels, with the powers of two or more writers. But, that's not the only part. The writers live their lives as well, doing everything that any other immortal can do-with one exception, they control our lives by writing. They are the gods.
Dare You Enter?