The Dream Maker

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
At the very dead of night, when everyone is asleep, there is one man who is awake.
He is the Storyteller.
And through the night, he weaves a story, for us only to remember in our dreams...

Submitted: January 02, 2014

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It is in the witching hour that he comes.
When the night is darkest, when the world has gone silent, when children are sound asleep in their beds.
He watches over a city, sprawled out beneath him, listening for the cries that happen in the night. When the fears and the reality wash over people, when their sleep opens a door in their mind and releases the monsters that haunt them.
This is not right, he always thinks. Sleep is supposed to be an escape.
He makes his way down, jumping from rooftop to rooftop, always making no noise.  He is not to disturb anyone from a good sleep.
Now he is in the very center of the town, in the town square. Everything is still- even the wind and rain is holding their breath. They are waiting, as they always are- waiting for the magic to begin.
He sits on a bench, closing his eyes. He searches deep within himself and finds it. Something magical, something wonderful, something that doesn't really exist.
A story.
And he listens to the breathing of the sleepers, and to the rhythm of the world humming beneath his feet. Finally, he begins.
He never starts with Once Upon A Time. In his stories, there is no time. He whispers the words that reach everyone's ears.
Tonight it was tale of wonder. Of imagination and trust. Of bravery and kindness. And each sentence he whispers floats into someone's head, and the fears are gone, only bright vivid images of knights, or of maidens, or of themselves when they were younger. The story goes on, and on, and on, weaving a tale so complex, that nobody but himself shall ever know the true story. And as sun starts to dawn on the earth, he stands up and faces the descending moon. Bathing in the moonlight, he says two last words and vanishes with the night.
And in the morning, people wake to a good and deep sleep, and some remember a word, some remember two, and some very special people remember the whole sentence. 
But everyone remembers his last words, uttered as the softest but strongest ones of all.
"The End."


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