The man was happy. He walked outside to show the people his smile. But the people rejected him, they threw rocks at him. The happy man didn't understand why the people didn't want to see his big smile. The happy man left the people to go and think, he travelled to his favorite place in the world, a beautiful field, full of flowers. He sat in the centre of the field and thought.
"Why don't they want to see my great smile? Did I do something wrong?" At this moment, his smile began to disappear. The happy man wasn't so happy anymore... What is wrong with the people that are always happy you may ask? You haven't seen them when they're angry.
...Not my worst work I guess.
A writer's last attempts
Thursday, 14 June 2012
Thursday, 7 June 2012
Sunday, 3 June 2012
As he stood by the balcony, Sam watched as the people below went on with their meaningless lives. He knew that they would never be able to understand the world like he did. Perhaps he could tell them of the impending doom that exists in the shadows, but how would that be possible without him coming off as a mad man?
Sam suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to see the one person that meant a thing to him. "Hello Sand
What the fuck am I thinking, thats terrible.
Friday, 1 June 2012
My Introduction
Welcome to this blog of mine. My name is John as you can see to the right of the page. You probably don't know what I was once famous for, I wouldn't blame you. You won't find my books in bookstores anymore.
I had it all. Money. A beautiful wife. Those books were best sellers for god sake!
Why? Why did someone feel that it was a necessary act to point out one FUCKING similarity that my books had with someone else's book. All of a sudden I had apparently ripped off, the story of someone else's books. My fans turned on me. They hated me for something that wasn't my fault. The books stopped selling, my money disappeared, my wife left me...
I am going to use this blog to try and come up with a new story, one that will be my own, I will get them to sell brilliantly, my wife will come back to me, I will be happy.
I had it all. Money. A beautiful wife. Those books were best sellers for god sake!
Why? Why did someone feel that it was a necessary act to point out one FUCKING similarity that my books had with someone else's book. All of a sudden I had apparently ripped off, the story of someone else's books. My fans turned on me. They hated me for something that wasn't my fault. The books stopped selling, my money disappeared, my wife left me...
I am going to use this blog to try and come up with a new story, one that will be my own, I will get them to sell brilliantly, my wife will come back to me, I will be happy.
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