StoryFolk – Prologue

Blast! Something was wrong. He couldn’t shake the impression. He’d written his way through to chapter five but the beginning didn’t work. He scrolled back over the pages. The passage left him ill at ease. It was hard to put in words. The story was too thin. It wasn’t just that the story was less credible. Something else was struggling to get through. He’d tried re-writing it, but that had felt like hacking away with an axe, however subtly he tried. Now bits and pieces of the story hung disgustingly loose letting fragments of other stories push their way through, contaminating the characters. When he looked closer, the whole surface was teeming with pulsing fragments of stories vying for a place in the sun or struggling to make off with a character. Many of them were dark and sinister. The sight not only disgusted him, it filled him with deep apprehension. If he couldn’t heal the wounds, that wild underlife would crawl out and burrow its way into the characters and take over the whole story.

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