Big wants to create a story just for Small but cannot find the right words to write.

There was nothing behind the door, and now no word written upon it.

"The word the man wrote in the dust There was just part of it."

Yes, the words fitted by then, no matter who had written or said them.

So many words written; it would take a lifetime to read them.

Words not written in any sane moment he could remember.

The word can be written in several ways, each with slightly different connotations.

Words written in gold on paper, sandwiched between 2 other pages.

The words he wrote millennia ago have become our reality.

The same words from the same source had more effect written than they did spoken.