My God stuff thinkings

In the beginning, I sat at my writing desk, and thought. The page before me was formless and empty; my hand’s dark shadow hovered over the surface. There was my world, and there was the world in my mind—a single stroke of my pen would begin it.

A story needed a setting. I gave myself a week to create one.

I penned the word ‘light’. The light contrasted against the dark. Together they took me through an evening, and then a morning—the first stage.

Liquid was essential to the plot, so I shaped the word ‘water’ below the light above. There would be another evening, and morning—the second stage.

‘Land’ was then formed under the water. I made it habitable. An evening, and a morning would occur—the third stage. 

This structure was easy to mark out.

My thoughts went to the ‘constellations’ that would illuminate the depths of the story. I wrote that word next. It was a good outline. The next evening, and the morning marked—the fourth stage.

To be habitable, the water must overflow with life; the skies contain callings to take flight; and the seas teem with life’s variety, and the promise of a thrill to be caught. This led to another evening, and morning—the fifth stage.

I penned some Words to define many words then—special Words.

I created these Words to compose their own meanings.

I gave them the power to flesh out the story in the setting I had created.

And it was so.

It was very good. And there was evening, and there was morning—the sixth stage.



Latest comments

08.10 | 03:59

Kylie, I would be delighted to have my name as a side character in your next book. I am telling anyone who will listen that they too must read The Book of Told.

08.10 | 03:42

Thank you SOOO much, Carol, for your encouragement! I would love to use your name as a side character in the prequel! Much blessings to you!

08.10 | 02:43

For the first time in many years I have found a book that I didn't want to put down. I wanted to just continue reading to find out where the story was going.

05.10 | 18:11

so so nice