Happy Birthday WDC

A different world greeted WDC on it's 50th birthday, but the same message to be shared.

“Who would have thought?” The StoryMaster gazed in wonder at the small group ready to celebrate Wattle Day. “It is as if we are seeing a rebirth of all that is good in humanity,” the StoryMistress gave her husband a gentle hug. “It is a different world than the one we enjoyed twenty five years ago.”

The thought made StoryMaster grow rigid in remembrance. We were the longest lasting writers group online.” With a deep sigh he motioned to the group gathering around them. “Let us begin. Who has a story to tell?”

From an Internet now existing only in legend, the leaders of that writers group now led this band of story tellers and scribes. How the two had moved from the United States of America, also legend, to civilization’s holdout in Australia would also become legend in time.

“I do,” DarkOwl chanted the newest member of the gathering. She rose with simple grace to glide between the two masters, holding hands with each of them. Other hands reached out. The group made a grand circle around the spitting flames of the communal fire.

“It is Wattle Day, the first day of Spring, a new beginning. Let it be a new beginning for we who are gathered here, the story tellers, before we go out to spread the word to other groups yet to be formed like ours.” DarkOwl had been found near destitute in the outback, seeing visions while almost lost to reality herself. She’d been outcast because of her never ending quest to turn everything into a story. The elders of her group found that wasteful in the never ending struggle to survive.

StoryMaster found her through the gossip always spread from one group to another. He became DarkOwl’s true vision as he and StoryMistress nursed her back to life. Now she told the history of Writing.com and how it had survived the apocalypse that threatened to destroy mankind and the best it had to offer. The war to end all wars nearly had done just that. It had felt tragic that the event happend on the 25th birthday of the online writing group.

“Now we are celebrating our 50th birthday,” StoryMistress laughed as the group squeezed hands, lifted them skyward, and with a shout began sharing the good and abundant food they’d brought. Out of the wilderness around them, strangers, attracted by the singing and merriment were drawn. Their stories were listened to, and they were welcomed into the group as Newies.

Connection is what draws people together. The small battles between the groups around the Writers, were lessening as members deserted them and attached themseelves to the SotryMaster and StoryMistresss band.

The two leaders stood silently looking on the gathering with wonder.