Writing

     "Hello?" you mumble nervously as you enter the dark and cold room, "Where is this? I don't remember a thing!" As you hear footsteps that you infer are coming towards you, a voice croaks "Yes, that would be expected." and then light floods into your dilated pupils. You gaze around once your eyes adjust, and see many short stories and some what seem to drafts from a novel. "As you can see, if your eyes are quick that is, you are in my brain. More or less. This is where I store all my stories and other writing." you're beginning to understand all of what you remember seeing, which isn't much, "If you haven't, you may leave me here and go have look at my blog and my photographs. I won't mind."