“Tea will do the trick, but true flames within need the heat of the lie of love. To complement the heat of the fire warming the outer shell, I need the heat of the lie to warm the inner most self.” She gets up and walks to the kitchen to put the kettle on. “Winter is coming and I need a well spun lie to keep reality at bay. She shivers as the outside cold creeps in. A well spun lie is often better than truth, for who really wants to wake up and smell the roses, or rather the stink of reality and all it brings.” “The words of an author are to be like magic, transporting the reader into the web of lies making them take those lies for truth. “How real do you need your words to be? Does an author not want their lies to be taken for truth? Isn’t this whole writing malarky set up to spin truth from lies, from figments of imagination?” She laughs as she remembers how every lie has to have a seed of truth in order for it to work. “Reality, real, really?” asks Lucy the writer who happens to stumble upon her words.
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