VDU154

I had always wanted to write stories and poetry, but everyone said I couldn't. Only people with popularity could do that and I was not, and never would be popular.

Everyone treated me as a joke.

If I tried to speak I was shouted down.

Then someone told me to find VDU154, maybe everyone didn't despise me, and this was a solution to what I wanted to do.

VDU154 was a portal they said, to find your dreams, but when I got there, in a very dark side of town, the building was empty.

I stepped inside, and there was nothing but blackened, derelict machines, all of which seemed to be abandoned.

Then there was a voice:

"Why are you here?"

"I want to write words"

The derelict machines whirred into life and there was a screen, a video display unit, with the number 154 on a sticker on the side, and a keyboard attached.

"Write using the keyboard, and your words will be immortalised, and never fade"

"But who will read them, I will write them, but who will read them, and how"

"Your words will flow into books, and newspapers, people will read what you have to say, and your name will become part of their lives"

"But how will that happen?"

"Why do you think you are here? You heard tales, and stories about VDU154 because others had done what you can do now. In your words you will tell others to search out VDU154. Those that think they are lost will be found"

And so I wrote at the keyboard of VDU154 and as well as my stories and poetry and told others to search out VDU154 and find their dreams.

I left VDU154 knowing my words would finally be heard, and others would hear them and they too would find fulfilment as I had at the shrine of VDU154.

This Is Where It Started