Image: Life between the pages by Dihaze
Stories are fragile things; so delicate, finer than gossamer threads, so easily blown away and lost.
Unless you write them down.
Then stories become portals to imagined worlds, open for other intrepid souls to enter and explore.
In the warm Spring of 2012, I summoned my courage and started this blog as a repository for my stories. It was a step into the unknown – who knew what others might think it my writing, it might be derided, condemned or ignored.
But I decided to risk it, because I felt something else was more important: to transcribe my stories from my imagination and share them. Because one thing is certain, a story dies when it is remembered for the last time…
But writing releases stories; they fly to every corner of the globe. My words have fallen into the eyes of thousands of readers, conjuring into being unique new worlds in thousands of individual imaginations, as if by magic. It’s pretty remarkable, if you think about it.
We are tremendously fortunate to live in a Golden Age of Storytelling, never before have our words been able to reach so far – whilst being murmured so softly.
If your mind is full of stories, I encourage you to write them down,
before they fade and are lost forever. The world is full of hungry eyes
and thirsty minds.
To my readers, thank you all for sharing the adventure so far, and for all your submissions and kind words of encouragement. I trust these stories have been like magic portals, and you’ve stepped into arousing scenes in the theatre of your own imagination.
Rest assured, there are still many more tantalising tales to tell…