#PenStories | May 02, 2016
Okay then, so where can I start... Point is almost nobody is ever going to read the first post (lol) so let me try a bit and explain what's going on here.
Let me tell you a story, about a girl and a pen.
Pens were made in a time of need, when people needed to express feelings, keep memories and notes, down on a paper so that those things would never be forgotten. So that all these ideas, feelings and creations could be kept inside pages that would be forever hidden in shelves up untill someone ever looked for them. And the thing is, you can look for them at anytime, you can take your notes with you, carry them and edit them, give them away, share and expand them. Exploration became a game for knownledge hunters. And don't you ever forget, that knownlodge is indeed, a power. That's why so many books have been burned throughout time, so as to prevent people to have access to such a powerfull weapon and keep them in darkness where they could manipulate the crowds and use them as the high society people wanted. So writing was their way to comunicate both in the open and also in secret. Writings we find today round the world give us detailed info from a period of time that we would never be able to access in real life. So this window gives us a taste of what it was like, what it felt like living there, what facinated them and what scared them, what they lived both good and bad memories printed onto some pieces of paper, delivered to us through time, giving us the chance to meet those people and explore them from pretty close.
When the pen first got to that girl's hands she couldn't feel less happy for the feeling it gave her, from just holding that tiny thing onto her hands. She would try to write but continiously fail and that for she didn't yet know how to write. When she got to an age when she could finally write down complete sentences, the girls stories started coming to life. She was only 7 when her teacher turned to her mother and said "It seems she got a talent, i can see it in her pages, every line look like it's not a little girl just writing random words, here and there." But that talent was not yet to be revealed. As she got older she continued writing, mostly songs but then one morning, after a few of her friends abandoned her, she started writing her first story, her first book. Before that she would only keep a diary, a real one and a hopefully achievably miserable one.
The first one is the typical every day diary every teenager once tried to keep, usually during hard times, when things got bad. The second one I suppose you're still wondering what the hell? So let me tell you about her second diary, the one she would always hide, cause it was an almost everyday diary about memories and experiencies she never really went through. It was all a big ugly lie. But to your surprise she felt like she had been through all of these stuff. It all felt like a dream you see before you fell asleep, she could tell the difference between real life and dreaming, but her memories of them both felt the same. What a mind hah?
Up untill that period of time all of these corrupted/confusing memories seemed like some kind of an escape for her. Days and years would pass, she would grow older and older, she would write more stories, more lies, more thoughts, she would admit her mistakes and she would always return to those mistakes for guidness and advice. But during her 18 year of life she realised every lie and every fiction her mind would have created were now starting to become real. Her worst nightmares, her craziest dreams, her lost ambitions and everything she would have ever write would become a new upgraded memory. Every line would take flesh and finally become a real story to tell.
So the writer has finally passed the phase one :
Every story like this one can be found here on Wattpad, in my new book Pen Stories:
https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/70782951-pen-stories
I'll try to keep posting everyday my new chapters, ideas, anything I find interesting and course one of the most important things I want to post is stories of your own. Send me anything you can't discuss freely, stories you need to get out there and anything else you feel like sending!
Magic is on the way guys...
So I hope that's enough for a start, hope to see your pair of eyes again soon.