Who are the story tellers? Members of the oldest profession in the world? The weavers of dreams? We wander the hedgerows gathering wool from the thousands of sheep who have passed through our own and others’ subconscious, and then start to knit them into socks and mittens to keep out the cold. We can spin gold from straw, create heartbreak, happiness or humour. We are vital to humanity. We hold its history and predict its future.
We are also artisans, creating a fifth dimension of reality with our bare hands. We can have rough, work-worn hands, we have sharp ears and sharper tongues. We can assassinate, sabotage and subvert. We are imps with sharp little knives. Sometimes we bite, sometimes we soothe and sometimes we save lives.
“We can spin gold from straw, create heartbreak, happiness or humour.”
Maggie McIntyre
We heal our own hurts by turning them into flirtations and kiss the world’s bruises better.
We are amazing.
We are silly.
We are eternal apprentices.
We spin yarns.
We are the story tellers, and our work is what defines us as human beings within a chaotic and terrifying universe
Read Maggie McIntyre’s story Tightlipped in SapphFic Eclectic, Volume 6!
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