In stories you will never come across,
Two characters with the same name,
Every person sits neatly with their lot,
Of identity, relationships and traits, that fit the plot.

In stories you will find a thread,
To bind the beginning, middle, and end,
It is the same thread that ties together,
Every act performed by each character.

The stories we have heard, growing up,
The stories we read, and the ones we watched
Come to life on screens, small and big,
Are just that – fables wrapped in gossamer.

The stories we watch unfold,
As we live out our days on earth,
Are stories from a different mould,
Names, plots, threads, and all,
Melded in a large frothing pot,
Of twisted realities that seek to leave you shaken,
Fact indeed, is vastly different,
To its tame alter ego – canned fiction.