Writer or God

Do you ever feel like a single line from one of the novels will have such a lasting impact that all the stuff you read after it is just mediocre in comparison to that solitary profound line. This line is intertwined in your memory so deeply that it may never be forgotten. Whether the writer knows about the magic of this one line or not, does he feel the same way as you do about that line, only the writer knows.
Every great book has it fair share of good lines for which the writer has put an effort and weaved his magic into it. But what makes it special?
The writer who writes the line or the character who speaks it. The writer speaks to the reader through the character he has created but as a reader we connect to the character and more often than not we put ourselves in place of that character. If you look it from a third persons point of view, it would look like writer speaking through the character which has turned out to be the reader or you. One can even say that the reader and the writer are one or the same person.
The writer is like a God who has created the characters and in turn created the disciples or the readers for his story.
That's why every story has an end and it completely depends on the writer/God to give it a happy ending or in some cases even a sad one.

Alive

'Bang' the sound shattered my ear drums.
'Bang' 'Bang' two more shots.
By the time I realized what was happening, it had ended.
All that remained was eerie silence and white noise.
I tried to shout but couldn't my voice.
I opened my eyes to everything white. No other colour except white. It was like all the other colors have been sucked out of their glory and all that remained was white; only white.
As I inhaled it was like the first time my lungs have tasted the oxygen. So fresh and so pure, I was getting high by just breathing.
I was alive for the very first time.
As I tried leaving the bed I felt pretty nimble. It was a different feeling, it felt ethereal.
My senses were hyper sensitive. I could feel the rustle of my clothes as I walked, the twitch of the bones as they bent and even the sound of blood flowing through the vessel's.
As I walked, everything felt altered and for the first time I was closer to reality.
It surely felt lively being dead.