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User Lookup: shoyru_demon 
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You step into a large room, that is as black as the night sky, except for the soft glow of a fire place light that has become so dim it has no property of heat or light for more then a few inches from it. Then as your eyes adjust, you realize thats just what its for, as you begin to see a shadowy figure sitting on a chair, next to the fire and a table. The shadow is staring at the fire you notice this, but you cannot see the face of the figure not 10 feet from you. Just as you consider turning and running, the shadowy figure looks at you, glowing eyes piercing through you, almost as if you aren't there at all. For a split second you feel fear, then the shadow looks away from you at an open journal on the table, and you notice the feathered quill in her? hand. I've written so much on something as simple as a character, then times it by 27... You aren't sure what this thing is talking about, but she seems to speak in adoration of her tricks of the trade. It seems though that this shadow seems sad about something? Maybe she has lost her skill at making something as simple as words into stories that mesmerize? You almost open your lips to ask, but the figure starts talking again. Authors, artists, we spend so much of our time explaining another "person's life" in a way that no one ever really thinks about the story that written all over the artists face. Oh please don't get me wrong I love my creations, bringing them into this world and giving them a purpose, maybe a problem or two. Giving them a sad or happy past, or maybe a deadly future? All things are possible. Oh but to have a story just about me, a made up one, a real one it couldn't matter, just a story with me... For I feel as though I've become lost in the faces of my creations to people. The shadow looks at you once again, and grins, showing its shiny and sharp white teeth. Her eyes sparkle with thoughts, all the great things she could write for herself or that happened to herself. She's lost in the shadows of her characters you now see, they've become greater then the person behind them. I suppose its wishful thinking...for myself now...you see...I'm already a shadow to my creations. But maybe you can give yourself a story before you become like...me? Suddenly a bright stunning light fills the room, and then you blink and the room is light...and the shadow is gone. Then you see you're standing in a room filled with portraits of characters. The fire place is gray and bleak and on the table is an open blank journal. You take the journal and run, don't ever be a shadow...its really not that fun.
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