Bubbling, surging, unasked for the story springs forth.
As though it’s writing itself, merely borrowing my hands at the keyboard.
Science says that all things have happened, or will happen. Somewhere, sometime.
The events of another reality work their way through me and onto the page.
I am no wordsmith, a creator that crafts reality from nothing.
I simply retell tales that have already come to pass. Somewhere, sometime.