You think you know it all, don't you?
You think you know where I come from,
who I am, what makes me tick, and how to defeat
me.
I could almost pity you if you didn't
irritate me so.
You think I'm a hopeless romantic.
Poor fool. There isn't a man on this great earth
who is less romantic than I.
You think I was in love with a fourteen-year-old
child.
Just how sick are you?
And then, you say I'm the villain.
Where did you get that idea? I did everything for
her. I was everything she wanted. I am everything
you want.
I was dangerous, exciting, powerful.
Every young woman's dream.
And when her dream required it, I
was dashing, handsome… the perfect gentleman.
I was everything to her, and look
at how she repaid me. Look how you portray me, for
that matter. I am either senseless, careless, love
struck or helpless. I am always flawed in such an
inconceivable manner.
In every story you weave, you make
me pitiable. Do you have any notion of how powerful
I actually am?
I am your dream… however do you think
I can show them to you?
I am your desire… whether you want
it or not.
I am you.
I am sensuality personified.
I am power.
I am fear.
Know me for who I am.
Write, knowing I hold the reins.
Know I am the Story.
Fear me, love me, do as I say.
Where's the part where I'll be your
slave, you ask? It's not there. It's not supposed
to be there. Someone just wrote that in. Without
my permission, I might add. As if I would be anyone's
slave.
Oh, what fools these mortals be.
Go on now, be gone with you. I grow
tired of your presence. My goblins will show you
to the door.
Just remember what I told you.
And don't forget to write.
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