Short story.
Once upon a time, there was a man who wrote a story and could not stop writing.
He wrote until the pages filled the floor.
He wrote until his fingers bled and the ink was red with blood.
He wrote until he cried his tears and turned the ink to pink.
He wrote until he cursed his muse, his gods, and fairy godmothers.
And when his fairy godmother heard her name invoked with wrath, she appeared to him in robes of dark and hair of white and glared him in the eye.
She asked so frankly, "Would you rather have a dagger for a pen and kill until your story is done?"
Weak of heart and weak of mind, he tiredly said "yes" without thinking and the pen came to a stop and he could write no more.
He looked upon his right wrist and found five slash marks. Five attempts to end himself to stop himself from writing.
His godmother, robe of dark and hair of white said, "Until your end the stories of five others, you own story will not end."
He smirked to himself and thought, "So the curse is that I can live forever? What's so wrong with that?"
And then he put the pen to paper and not a drop of word came out.
He wrote until the pages filled the floor.
He wrote until his fingers bled and the ink was red with blood.
He wrote until he cried his tears and turned the ink to pink.
He wrote until he cursed his muse, his gods, and fairy godmothers.
And when his fairy godmother heard her name invoked with wrath, she appeared to him in robes of dark and hair of white and glared him in the eye.
She asked so frankly, "Would you rather have a dagger for a pen and kill until your story is done?"
Weak of heart and weak of mind, he tiredly said "yes" without thinking and the pen came to a stop and he could write no more.
He looked upon his right wrist and found five slash marks. Five attempts to end himself to stop himself from writing.
His godmother, robe of dark and hair of white said, "Until your end the stories of five others, you own story will not end."
He smirked to himself and thought, "So the curse is that I can live forever? What's so wrong with that?"
And then he put the pen to paper and not a drop of word came out.