I Steal Words..
I don't just steal any words though, I am precise.
I steal from those who have the most genuine, breath-taking words that nothing I have ever read before could possibly make sense.
I am a stealer of thoughts, the empty ones and the never ending ones.
I steal feelings. I gather up every single emotion I have ever seen, place it in my arms and run with it.
I steal ideas from things completly unrelated to writing, and I twist and form it into a few words until it becomes a sentence, then next a story.
I am a theif of words, feelings, and thoughts that weren't always my own, but I am human enough to not take everything.
You may never read one of my stories again and think it came from me, but believe me when I say broken thoughts cannot be stolen.
So indeed I am a theif, a cheat, but so are you. We all have stolen a word or two.
So if you see a few words missing from one of your stories, you know where to look. Because "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."