In my World Literature class this semester there has been tremendous amounts of dialogue about a wide variety of things. One of those subjects is storytelling. I have been learning and realizing more and more that stories impart life and truth in a way that is unassumingly invasive. I love stories, and I used to write them a lot. I haven't written one in ages, perhaps because I am too distracted by "real life." I have so much "bigness" inside of me recently, that I think if I don't find some way of purging my soul of clutter I will explode!
Well, while sitting in class today I was doodling. As I added embellishments to the doodle, it didn't really begin to look like anything real, but it did have an intriguing shape. I added another shape to it, and it gave me an idea. The inspiration for a story popped into my head and left me reeling. I am taking a break from writing my story to write this post. I just wanted to give you guys a heads up about it, and I will be releasing some "sneak peeks" as I write. Here's the first one.
"The emperor heaved a great sigh as he surveyed the moonlit landscape of his new kingdom. He looked at the moon and taunted it saying, 'O moon, how truly weak you must be to rule only the night. A time will come when I will rule every kingdom, their day and their night.' "
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