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For a long time, they were all stuck in that miserable realm of dark and desolation, and they could do nothing but watch our universe evolve, through a broken window; passing through this window would always result in death, since they had no vessel to sustain their fragile bodies. Then, one fateful day, the stories watched as humanity sprang from the face of the earth. They rejoiced amongst themselves; at last, an adamant vessel with which they could enter our world. Ever since, the stories have been hard at work, trying to inspire us. Whether a young boy develops a crush on a beautiful girl, and writes her a simple poem, or a middle-aged man with a deadly disease makes a miraculous recovery, and writes a best-selling autobiography about the experience, each and every event in our lives that has ever inspired us to create a story, was caused by that story in the first place; it is their way of entering our world. They all hold this power, to influence our lives in such significant ways, to the point where we can't help but put our thoughts and emotions into words.
At the beginning of this story, I said I had to give up writing, and that it was becoming to dangerous; now, you may be wondering,
Another important thing I've noticed, is that fulfilling the wishes of those evil stories only encourages more to inspire you, since they can count on you to give them form. That's why I need to give up writing, because every time I bring one of those damned evil stories into our world, another five inspire me to do the same for them; I simply can't handle any more trauma in my life.
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