On the note of an Author's Mind....Could an Author write a world on to his Notebook, or maybe his Word Document and that Fantasy, which is the Author's Fantasy, could it maybe....Just maybe come to life one way or another? Or is it that some have mind powers like a Mind Psychia? In this world, no, for that would most definitely be Divine powers.
But think of Aliens, most picture them as green, Big eyed, Skinny limbs and body. But we've only ever seen one, that is assuming that the people who re covered an Alien Body from the Rose Well crash site back in the 60s, DID in fact get the Alien Body. But the public has never seen it, so does that make it real? Not by standards of Modern Society.
And just where does Aliens of that caliber come into this? Think of this....Do ALL Aliens have to be the a fore mentioned? An Author would ALWAYS say no. They very well could be from the future, and just like us...Just with high tech Technology because their in the future. Alternatively they very well could be from an alternate reality of this Universe WE live in.
People claim they see UFOs just hovering over us with no real reason...They would have to have a reason. Who's to say we were not created by the minds of them? Sense they have so good technology, or maybe they have that AND gifted minds, they could just imagine something and then observe us.
Imagining...A fantasy people could imagine, be it Modern, Past, Future, or maybe a reality shielded from us right here in our own world.
The Author imagines this. That imagining is a Fantasy. Thus it being the Author's Fantasy, which is what I could have said paragraphs ago, making this post a story...But that would gain no reads, for just seeing the Story jammed in your eyes, you'd be fearful you'd waste several minutes of your life reading something you'd hate. Which is why I wrote an equivalent of an essay to prove my writing skills so you'd be trust worthy enough to trust me in writing a story you'd enjoy.
Author’s Fantasy
"Have you ever felt the story you were writing come alive? Did the ink from your pen, the pixels on the screen transform the simple letters into a whole new world?" Maro scribbled down on a Post-It-Note, like he did with so many others which liven up the dull white walls of his Bed room with Neon green, pink and orange. He sighed and let his head drop in failure, crumpling up a page of another failed story and dropping it in a metal wired waste basket which over flowed with crumpled pages such as the one Maro just threw in. The newly pasted quote instantly flowed into his mind. “…A whole new world.”
That was it Maro thought. A new world, a new sheet of loose leaf paper in his Writing Note Book lay in front of him on his desk. Blank and ready to let his simple pen fill it with a whole new world which Maro thought of. An itch of inspiration struck instantaneously, Wrist muscle moving, the first lines of the world he’d be soon to make were wrote onto paper, as if the words them self wrote and not Maro.
Emotion feels so dull right after the battle ends, and that moment of blissful apathy gave Breeze such a rush. She was addicted to the indifference toward anything, anyone, that could only be felt after the last of her enemies slipped off her blade on to the ground.
“Breeze…” Maro mused closing his eyes imagining what she’d look like. “Silk white hair flowing to her elbows so gently, so beautifully. Soft blue eyes on her soft face, her delicate lips smiling.” He muttered, finding it easier to remember the character’s description if he voiced it. “Her body – so beautiful – modest, but not in the least bit under developed. Those blue fingernails matching her eyes just perfectly, her clothes the color of her lips. And that sleek rapier that she carried on her side, golden hilt, silver blade in a silver sheath studded with Diamonds, Rubies and Sapphires, small, yet expertly cut and shined.” He smiled gently as he opened his eyes. “She’s perfect.”
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