Just a thought I had today.
Thoughts on it?!
What if we're all just stories?
Like someone's writing our lives.
Like as a book.
This world we live in was all dreamt up by someone.
What if someone's writing one of our lives for an assignment?
And like those insane times when we forget what we're saying is when the author erases and changes our dialouge?
What if the times when we walk into a room and forget why we're there is when the author throws away a page and starts over on that particular hole in the plot?
Or the times we have deja vu are times the author is re-reading what he or she wrote to write more of the story.
Or the days where nothing new happens, like we just went to school, nothing exciting happens are times when the author got a small case of writer's block and stopped writing for a hot second.
What if we're all just made up of words on paper?
What if we're all just stories?
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts From Stories I'll Never Write
FanfictionIt works like an ideas book. Just quick ideas for stories I'll probably never make full length stories. ❤
