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The Maker of Worlds
by David Litwack

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If you had the chance to remake the world, what kind of world would you choose?

When tragedy strikes Lucas Mack’s young life, he desperately yearns to escape its sorrow, and takes an improbable leap through the mythical maelstrom. Rather than splashing down on the far side like his neighbors, he’s transported to a magical realm where he has the power to redefine not only who he is, but the world in which he resides.

As he stumbles about trying to find his way, he meets Mia, an equally troubled fellow pilgrim. With the help of a mystical guide and an aging wizard, they navigate the enchanted land while learning to control their newfound powers. Yet this realm is more complex than they expected, with seasoned sorcerers who’ve been corrupted by the sinister side of magic.

Limited by natural law and seduced by magic’s power, they are tested as never before. Will the gift of magic bring renewed hope or drive them to the edge of the void?

After fighting through a tangle of brambles, I broke through to a clearing highlighted by a grassy lawn. Behind it loomed an immense redwood, so tall as to suggest the abode of a fairytale giant. Most distinct was its girth, the size of a rich man’s cottage. The hummingbird hesitated a moment before flying to the far side, pausing every few paces to wait for me.

I drifted into the clearing like a penitent entering a cathedral. The tree had an aura to it and something more, the slightest trilling as the wind blew. As I came closer, the sound was joined by a tune played by some instrument, like a fiddle but more exotic.

I eyed the tree, wondering at the source of the music. The hummingbird edged near, so close I sensed the breeze from its wings on my face. Its humming became a murmur, and the murmur a whisper, almost forming words in a language too rapid to understand. It buzzed about my head, doing all but pushing me along, flitting back and forth, frustrated at my reluctance to proceed. At last, I followed.

With the fingertips of one hand brushing the bark, I circled the tree, its circumference beyond my ability to measure. I crept forward, shuffling one foot after the other, until I reached the far side. As I turned the final bend, I gasped.

A door.

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The urge to write first struck at age sixteen when working on a newsletter at a youth encampment in the woods of northern Maine. It may have been the wild night when lightning flashed at sunset followed by the northern lights rippling after dark. Or maybe it was the newsletter’s editor, a girl with eyes the color of the ocean. But he was inspired to write about the blurry line between reality and the fantastic.

Using two fingers and lots of white-out, he religiously typed five pages a day  throughout college and well into his twenties. Then life intervened. He paused to raise two sons and pursue a career, in the process — and without prior plan — becoming a well-known entrepreneur in the software industry, founding several successful companies. When he found time again to daydream, the urge to write returned.

David currently lives in the Great Northwest and anywhere else that catches his fancy. He no longer limits himself to five pages a day and is thankful every keystroke for the invention of the word processor.

Website: https://davidlitwack.com/

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