01/01/2023
The Writer.
A short Story by
The Griot Theater Group
As the darkness enveloped him, his thoughts were inflamed by fevered purpose. He sat alone in a room illuminated only by the light of his laptop. The words that he wrote were not his own but those of a sprit dwelling deep within him. They were the words of horror, wisdom and mighty magic that controlled light and dark forces, even time and space. They were words that possessed him and burned into his very soul. His fingers danced across the keyboard as he crafted each sentence with precision, weaved together words into sentences, and sentences into stories, and stories into powerful spells. With every keystroke, he felt himself gaining more power and insight into the dark magics and radiant light that even gods feared to wield. He continued writing for hours on until finally finishing his tail. His story being done, he shut off his laptop and stepped back out into the reality where life no longer seemed so mysterious but still full of new possibilities. He never shared what it was that he wrote that night but those close to him could feel a profound change within him, something they could not quite put their finger on, an intensity which made them uneasy yet strangely enticed at the same time.
That night he had made a otherworldly deal with
keyboard and imagination, and would never be the same again.
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