26 Şubat 2015 Perşembe

Everyone loves a good story told. 

They love to listen to the stories over and over no matter how many times they listen to it. They think they know the story told inside out by heart but they still listen to it. Every still twist in it, every little detail, character, their costumes unseen to the real eye told in every nook and cranny hidden in the story itself… Stories may be the same, sound the same with different names and places mentioned but they still have the same ending. It doesn't matter if someone else tells you the same story. It doesn't matter... As long as it is a good story, people would just stop and listen because they want to believe in the world of the spies, killers, heroes and villains. Their names would differ but the story would sound as if it is the same story of the eternal and never-ending fight between the good and the bad, white and black, peace or doom. If the ending is not like the way people would like to hear or expect to resolve in, they want to listen to the story again told by someone else. 

It is not the age of the spies or heroes anymore. It is the age of miracles; horrific miracles that may bring the end for the reader of the story. Only if you believe in miracles...

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