The god with a pen

Life as an author is like a lonely world where you can be god, but every word you write changes the way they live. You are creating a life that never existed before.

A mind with a will is the God with a pen.

The freedom of writing whatever you want is the cursed disease of a writer's mind. Will it be bright? Will it be right?

Okay.. what do want to convey?

I'm now responsible.

My Fantasy concept:

Every time you read in front of the mirror, you don’t just enter the book, you become a reflection of it. The mirror feeds on your identity, and in return, it grants you a perfect, lucid daydream one where you can touch, feel, and live inside the story.

But every time you return to reality, you leave something behind. A sacrifice you choose to.

#The specialty is you never exactly remember events in dreams It is the benefit of doubt, It’s a leap of faith or the battle of choice.. And after all whatever you go through you never remember what you felt or what you sacrificed when you wake up, it just is a dejavu. If you die, In real world life continues as if you never existed in the first place.

Would you read? Is it worth it?

Just the thing I wanted to hear. Yeah I'm going to fall, but who said I will land down. I will fly, so high. The metemorphosis in me would pull me up, spread my wings, let me fly. I'm no ordinary.

Writing hurts, Hero or villain both are my creation. Just when I started writing a real novel did I know, how painful does the Mighty God feel in leting go of the dead.

To every dead, yet still alive.

You are dead in looks,

You will still be alive in books.

The shivers in my writing

To my writing, there is no ending

At times, words don't have spelling, they have feeling.