Monday, June 11, 2007

100 words

He had realized as a kid that to be a storyteller was about as close as one could get to actually being 'God'. Though he had always more or less stuck to the stereotypical style of ‘life flashes by', he wondered if his last would be different. He looked at the unfinished manuscript and sighed. His protagonist, like him was dying. He wanted to do the ending differently. He thought of how He’d do it and wondered if he could snatch a moment when his own last had come, to finish off the story with his experience. He chuckled mutely.


Little Cheating Never Hurt Anyone...


2 comments:

Sharad Ragas said...

A bit morose.. but well written. =)

I said...

Intended.