A Story

Just words on a page
Black type on white
And pages and pages bound together
Or in sequence of each other
Ordered by the master plan
In a way that orchestrates expectations
Beginning with no prior knowledge
Except for a blurb that’s meant to entice
The characters are strangers
And their problems a mystery
The opening lines describe the scene
Along with some unique traits of a character
Or perhaps not so unique, but more like everyman
Sometimes starting out slow
Buiding the foundation for the dilema
More importanly building the foundation for the solution
Other times it all starts in the middle
And left up to the observer to fit the pieces together
As if following a trail of a scavenger hunt
Either way the words come off the page
And into the  mind
Slowly pulling the observer in
And soon becoming fully immersed
With no turning back
If it is good and maintains the tethers of unity
No abandonment until the very end
Becoming one with the words

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