Reader, Writer

Reader, Writer

By: Ethan West

     A cold hand grips the page as warm blue eyes scan its contents.  Like a dream, like a nightmare the world of the writer explodes into his mind.  He can see the images as apparent as the bright ferocity of the sun that allowed his imagination to soar.

     He ran his hand along the page.  He felt the chill from the page where the cold tip of a pen had bled equally cold ink into the paper. 

    But as he read on he began to realize what the author was trying to say.  The worlds that once flew so effortlessly from the page had begun to slow.  But this slowing allowed him to see the writer's pain with surreal detail.

    He saw everything from the writer's greatest joy to his most horrible misery.  This was more than he wanted to see.  But he couldn't look away.  Warm tears cascaded from his eyes as he read on.  Smudging the page and smearing the ink.  The cold ink originally brought to life by the writer and long sense had grown cold was brought back to life his tears.  He was at the mercy of the writer's every word.

      He felt naked, his very soul exposed to that of the writer's.  In this whirlwind of emotions he was rejuvenated.  He was brought in the end to a final feeling of bliss at this new found life the book had imposed upon him.

      He closed the book with a soft thud, lifting himself off of the armchair in the now dark sitting room.  But even though the book was closed the aura of it still penetrated the still silence of the room.  He smiled softly as he placed it on the shelf.  Letting out a sigh of content he allowed his tired legs to escort him to bed...

       

       The book closed with a snap.  My mind now weary I placed the pen down on the oak desk, my book completed.  I looked around the desk for anything I'd forgotten and, seeing nothing, headed for bed.  Perhaps, in the future, someone would be affected by what I had written tonight... someday...

Author's Note

Decided to write about the relationship between reader and writer. Hope you enjoy!

Reviews

[forevermore1218]

Really cool. I don't know if you did this on purpose, but it reminds me of Edgar Allen Poe due to the deep style that this poem gives. I really like that :). I also like your first sentence. It captured me into reading it over and over again. I think that was a great way to start this epic poem.

This one is also going in my library :)

[ewest1220]

Wow thanks! Edgar Allen Poe is actually one of my favorite writers so that's really flattering to hear you say that! Thank you so much for reading it's always a pleasure to hear from you!

[Kaela]

Another wonderful piece! I am often the reader depicted here. I cannot get enough of written language. I relate to this! Again... well-written!

[ewest1220]

Again, thank you so much for reading my work! I'm thrilled you like it!

[eighwoeifj]

Beautiful. To me, that's the relationship I want with my readers. It describes it perfectly. I couldn't have said it better myself. I just have a tiny question.
In the second paragraph, shouldn't it be "He felt the chill from the page where the cold tip of a pen had -bled- equally cold ink into the paper."

[ewest1220]

Whoops! Fixing that right away lol

[eighwoeifj]

:)

[Brandon Mathis]

i want to know what this guy is reading, lol!!!this is good though makes you wonder

[ewest1220]

You know I never though about that.... a new story idea perhaps...

[Brandon Mathis]

perhaps..

[Melody]

WOW! This was, once again, wonderfully depicted. Great job. :) This is like the true relationship of a reader and the writer. I loved that last paragraph too. OH LOVELY! :D

[ewest1220]

Thank you! You know a lot of people didn't understand what happened that last paragraph. Though in their defense most of my friends don't read too much lol I'm a Montanan we're all about the outdoors.