A Hundred People's Stories

In a dream, I saw a sea. One hundred people stood quietly on the shore, gazing out at it. They said they were willing to tell me each of their stories so I could write them down. I was ashamed: to this day, no one has shown any interest in my work. They said they believed in me, and that one day I would shine.

Carrying their faith in me, I have retold their stories. This time, it may look as if I am the writer, but they are the ones writing it themselves.