“It just called to me, beckoning with one hand to come here and the other pointing right to me. So I ventured forth to see what it wanted and it grabbed me, it chained me down and here I have remained since. It’s name was writing and my shackles are the pen and paper that bound me forever. My blood is the ink that spews and spills upon the page, my heartbeats are the punctuation, and if you listen you can hear my soul whispering in the scroll. It was years ago that writer’s apparition entrapped me to this life, this death, this purgatory like existence. I cherish every minute of this experience, the causality of its effects. Forever I will be haunted undaunted to write and create, for when I was grabbed by the writer’s apparition, it sealed my fate.”

by Ryan L. Rinehart

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