Its another darkened evening, the only good time that I can find for writing. The pen scribbles away, my hand too terribly slow to keep up with my thoughts. They say that "nights are highly overrated," but not with me. Night is my life, the only time when the volume of fact and fiction that whizzes through my thoughts during the day can eventually be put to paper. I am a writer -- a fan-fiction writer.
Late at night my mind comes alive with voices, and stories, and friends as dear to me as any in the real world. I give myself up to it, longing for transformation...
Author's Note: This is a story (from a really, really long time ago) that I rediscovered last night as I was going through my files. Its one of my favorites that I ever wrote under the pen name letoile. I'm re-posting it, because I'm finally getting around to finishing its sequel. So... I hope that you enjoy it just as much as I am.
This is adapted from a quote from Louisa May Alcott, who just happens to be my favorite writer. I can't believe that I forgotten to mention that before, because it definitely plays a major role in this story. Thanks so much Istalksiriusonweekends for my first review (yay!) and the reminder.