Pseudo Writer

Oh what a beautiful place that would be, where the whispers of time will roam free. Where 'fox and grapes', 'tortoise and hare', the 'wolf and crane' will all be. Oh the sanctuary of all human values, mysteries won't thrive in such a forest of clues. Where life will be more than a sum of questions, and answers would be more than falses and trues. Oh what a heaven this place would be, the little red riding hood sitting on a tree, the beauty and the beast dancing through the night, the bears and Goldilocks rowing through the sea. So it promises to the light that fades into the horizon, it promises it shall shine brighter than the sun, for it is the collective conscious of all we call human; Welcome to the sanctuary of tales, the FableHaven. -Sushant Kumar Das

Tell me, why are you so afraid, why do you hesitate to turn that page? What is this story you are reading, what are you afraid of, the monster or the cage? Are you afraid of drowning in its depths, of all the truths and the lies it can tell? Are you afraid of all the questions it asks, or all the answers that were forged in its hell? Do you see yourself in the shadows of that story, or do you see the silhouette of what could have been? Do you see a monster who was afraid to seek redemption, or do you see a mirror but the reflection never seen? A life, birthed and buried in the depths of these pages, yearns to be held till the end of the line. So why do you break its yearning of ages, what is this fear that creeps up your spine? It sounds like all the battles your heart is fighting, and the breaking walls of "what can't" and "what can". Go on dear comrade, turn those pages, what lies at the end is, but a changed man. -Sushant Kumar Das