For Six Sentence Stories where the given word is Paste.
Last week…my youth, my childhood, my birth….then nothing…my old life an empty book…my new life as a Local had begun…a bed on which sat a scroll bound with a ribbon…it contained just one word, a name…one of you, reading these words right now…
…I fell into a dreamless sleep until a rap-rap-rap on the door awakened me.
I opened it to find a fellow Local standing in the pitch-dark hallway, an enigmatic smile plastered ‘cross his pallid face.
He carried two lanterns, one of which he handed to me.
He turned and started walking, I followed, our footsteps echoing from the stone floor.
I hope you sleep well tonight, all of you, for tomorrow one of your lives will change, forever.
You’ll meet me soon, dear reader, very soon for you are the chosen one.
Postscript. I was only able to tell you my story because I’d written down details of my journey from the beginning. Is it fact or fiction? I have no memory, therefore no idea. However, it’s now time for you to block it from your mind, once and for all. Do it, NOW!
Thanks to Denise at GirlieOnTheEdge for hosting.
PART ONE CAN BE FOUND HERE
PART TWO CAN BE FOUND HERE
PART THREE CAN BE FOUND HERE
PART FOUR CAN BE FOUND HERE
PART FIVE CAN BE FOUND HERE‘