WHEN I WOKE UP THE KNIFE WAS STILL THERE

The above title is a single liner; other wise known as a short story. In itself, it lacks a lot: including punctuation, and the single fact that it cuts short of the entire list required for anything to be considered a story at all.

However, it is its gripping ability to make the reader create a story of their own that makes this an ''interesting read''. The key words of this story are 'knife' and 'still', which automatically have a chilling sense to them. Of course, this is a personal assumption and an interpretation of how it has come across to me. The number of possibilities for each story fathomed out of the creativity of one's mind to fill the narrative gap, is endless.

In conclusion, it somewhat shows that every story is not entirely up to the author. A good story is up to both the reader's ability to make a vivid and meaningful interpretation and assumption of the plot, as well as the author's ability to captivate said reader. Therefore, every story in its own sense has a balance between the writer and the audience. The pleasure of any story is purely up to the people involved, and I, myself, enjoy the above story. Simply because of its endless possibilities as to how it began and how it will end.