Story-Teller.

I am a story-teller. Not one of great note, and not even one with a fireplace round which I can spin my yarns, but I am a storyteller.

I can feel the spaceship under my feet, the gentle throb of the engines through the metal bullwarks, I can feel the warm summer breeze on my skin, and the sun on my furred skin, I can feel the cold and damp as it seeps into my boots. I can see each character I create, the way they move, the way they sound, the way they act. I know intimately their past, and I walk with them while they create their future.

I live with them, I mourn for them, I argue, and laugh and sing with them. I know the worlds, I know the land as it unfolds beneath a travellers feet. I can see the paint-flecked buildings, or the creating wooden boats, or the white gleaming city, and the sun dancing off the polished robots.

I can tell you a story, and feel it weave as I speak. I can build a story from nothing, and I can set fire to imagination. I know the need to write, even if it makes no sense, even if it is only a beginning, or a middle, or even, an ending.

I am a story teller. Sit awhile, and listen. Let my words transport you to a place of imagination, and let us, together, bring the world alive.

~BX