Philip E Tinsley

How it begins...

Drifting through dimensions of time and space came the storyteller. Older than any universe it had been witness to the birth of gods and stars that have been dead for so long that its cold mind is their only memoir.

Throughout infinite histories it has shaped, herded and manipulated the stories of cultures and civilisations without regard or respect for its hosts, endlessly searching and endlessly seeking the place from where it came.

It found its latest host, me, some time during my early teens and as with all of its previous hosts, attempted to take my body as its own; but it had not anticipated a mind capable of resistence, a mind capable of capture! And now we battle for control of this body, my body, in a constant stalemate of forces that has been endured for so long that it has become second nature to me, to us.

But the ancient stories that this being carries have a power of their own; they constantly seek a way to be free, to evolve. They pass through our internal conflict -which taints and distorts them- before emerging, changed and twisted, to be told, to be written down, to escape!

This is the home of these stories. A place of power where they can grow and bloom in new fertile minds; their offspring -your thoughts- carrying their seed into new territories and new ages.

Don't worry, they won't hurt you...much, if you can control them. And don't think that you can escape just by clicking away, it's too late, you've already been infected!

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