ONCE there was a Story. She has the biggest problem a story could have. She doesn't know how to start and worst she doesn't knos what to tell. Should she tell the people happy things and thus inspire them and make them happy or should she opt to tell them a sad story, make them cry and make them feel how tragic life is?
Then she met Word. She instantly like Word. Likes playing with him, talking with him, reading with him, sharing dialects and languages with him and spending a lot of times with him, the are best mates ever since she met him, she couldn't imagine living without him anymore. In her ups and downs, Word is always there to support Story. She even thinks that they were born for each other destines to meet and be together for the rest of time. Together they went to both beautiful and hideous places on earth and even outside of it. Together they ate sweet and bitter foods, they went to wars to win and lose together. They would talk for hours of endless hours about anything they would see, hear, touch and feel. They would sing together be it a happy song, a sad song, a rebel song, a tragic song. People watch them both in bafflement and consternation, in strange awe and always looks forward into their being together. The world would listen to them as they blabber out about anything and evrything. Each time Story and Word meet, both feel complete and sated by simply being together.
They have met a lot of people, all types of them, in fact, sometimes they create people. They have been over and out of vodka and milk, of coffee and cigarettes, of baileys and wine of hotdog sandwiches and siomai, of long runs and morning stretches, of sunrise , sunsets and full moon. They have heard and seen tales and created tales themselves, talked about stars, rode on motorbikes and fell and got scars. They have walked, run, swam and even flew for miles.
There was a day when Story and Word would meet and make people, who saw and hear them, cry. And although this people cry and felt pain in thier hearts, Story and Word are amazed to hear and see them applaud for their works. And even more they become happy when them tear from laughter.
So Story and Word continues to blossom and there and fly evrywhere. They are happy to touch lives and be a blessing by spreading bliss.
Story would sometimes wonder, what if Word would tire of her, what if Word would just suddenly decide to leave her and just exist without her what if Word would dissapear in her life, what if Word would opt another story to accompany him, Story would for hours and days for that thought. Because just the mere thought of it rips her heart out and dries the life in her. Story could never live without Word.
When Word saw her like this, he simply said to he "Story, how could you even think that I could have a meaningful existence without you?".