The pen cap removed, the writer enters the dark cave and stands face to face with Story Yet Untold. For a moment, he admires this specimen and considers keeping it hidden for himself…. But then, why else are stories born if not to be revealed?
There’ll be another, he whispers. Perhaps I’ll keep that one.
Looking once more to his pen, he sets the tip upon the paper and, without further hesitation, sets about his task.