To Wish and To ForgetWe see stories, and in our minds we believe that they were imagined, poured in ink onto paper, dreamt up in the minds of some old men in the forests of Germany or a little house in France. This is a happy illusion, something we’ve concocted to calm ourselves and make things easier.To Wish and To Forget2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
But in our hearts we know.
Stories are alive, they flow through people onto paper and into other people’s hearts and minds, and because we believe them, somewhere, sometime, they happened. They have morphed and evolved since they occurred, adapting to the minds and cultures they encounter and making themselves into what people want to hear.
They were not always what people wanted to hear.
When they happened they were dark, often bloody. There are the stories that have died, because they stuck too closely to the truth and could not evolve into what people wish to hear. They remain only in the hearts and minds of a few. They are strange and unexpected, twisted and scarlet-hued. You may know some