The Eternal Writer Masterpiece
When the writer found out, that his wife in which he had loved so much, imagined killing him, he had never thought of that, so he imagined himself dead, but he just couldn’t quite picture it out, so he prolonged the rest of his life in a state of delusion, imagining what it could have been like, but life is not right, so the writer told God, the soul of his center, “Why?”
There was a long pause of nothingness, so long that the audiences silence transferred to heavy chatter and twisted tones of rings, they never knew whether or not to applause
The writer was very satisfied by this because he knew words would spread, and when everyone left the theater, including all audiences and crews, with writer dreamt his own unique endings, but for his own ending, different.
In the crowd where he had belonged, alone with nobody around, everyone around, the eternal plot had began and everyone called it his masterpiece, because it was just one man’s, many views.
There was a long pause of nothingness, so long that the audiences silence transferred to heavy chatter and twisted tones of rings, they never knew whether or not to applause
The writer was very satisfied by this because he knew words would spread, and when everyone left the theater, including all audiences and crews, with writer dreamt his own unique endings, but for his own ending, different.
In the crowd where he had belonged, alone with nobody around, everyone around, the eternal plot had began and everyone called it his masterpiece, because it was just one man’s, many views.
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