Read The Writer :: The Writer

Nothing to relate to. It was sad this was the reality of this world. Now more than ever I believed it was time to do something. I'm sorry to my dear friend. James had no idea how much I wanted to fight back. I think I will, all I just need is a plan. The first thing that came to my mind was the book. I could use it to gain recognition and to back up my point. I would have to try. Then I can go from there. Gather people all around the city to support me. That would prove difficult, but not impossible. He cut through my thoughts. "I know this much shock you as it does me. But please give it everything you have. Do you understand." Yes, I do. Sir." I said solidly. I had no wavering in my voice. This must have impressed him because he beamed back at me. "I'm glad you're a part of this great place. We need talent like you." I was starting to feel confident. I didn't have a choice to be honest. It was either be meek or go for my dreams and change the world.

I would take this difficult path. With cracks and steep hills. It would all be worth it in the end. I truly let myself think so. I was led out of the room and back into the hallway. The older gentleman who I escorted stood next to me. "You look determined. Good. You'll need to be to achieve this feat." "Yes, I will. It's the only way." I replied briskly. He had no idea of my plans. But the state of courage was written on my face. It was as plain as anything. No time to give up, just work. I walk to the creative room and finish up planning my story.

Writing down what I saw was important. Quickly jotting down the main ideas and how the beings appeared to me. Not only their appearance, but how they portrayed themselves. The anger and pain emanating off the gods. This must've been a betrayal of some mort. That much was clear. The day was beginning to end and I put away my journal. I locked up my journal in its assigned location and headed home.

This was always going to be my dream job. Just not the way I wanted it to be. I finally arrived home and knocked on his door. James came and let me in. He had on a pair of fuzzy slippers. The colors were a little faded. Before all this came to be I could get him a new pair. His birthday was coming up next month. I would them before that time came. I didn't know what the future had in store for me. Especially when I decided to go against the government. "You're here a little late. What is it?" I wouldn't tell him about my plans just yet. It just wasn't the right time. "I got you a present for always being such a great friend. It's something you really needed, so please accept it. Besides, I can't take it back."

He looked at me sternly. "What did I tell you about buying things for me. I'm just an old man." "No, you're a good man, and a good friend. So much more than just an old man." I replied gently. I continued. "So accept it." He grunted which meant yes.