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"When a story teller has no more stories to tell, it is time for him to die." After writing those words on a piece of paper, he got undressed. Neatly, he folded his clothes and put them on the edge of his bed. Totally naked, he jumped out of his apartment.
The nation was shocked over his suicide and mourns for his death. Over the last few years, he had suffered from terrible writing blocks. He has not produced any writing that was worth reading.
There was a period like a machine; he never stopped producing one novel after another. He had always wanted to be a writer since young.
“I do not see myself as a writer,” he said in one of the interviews with The Sun newspaper.
“I see myself as a storyteller.”
In his first novel, the critics tore him apart. One critic heartlessly called him the worst story teller of this century. But he didn’t let the bad reviews kill his enthusiasm to be a writer. He learned from his mistakes and improved tremendously.
For his second novel, the critics sang an entirely a different tune. His work had impressed them. They predicted that he would become a genius story teller in the literature world, in years to come.
Indeed their prediction became a reality. He had become a legendary figure in the literature world. But what is sad is that nobody predicted that this genius would, one day, take his own life.
The nation was shocked over his suicide and mourns for his death. Over the last few years, he had suffered from terrible writing blocks. He has not produced any writing that was worth reading.
There was a period like a machine; he never stopped producing one novel after another. He had always wanted to be a writer since young.
“I do not see myself as a writer,” he said in one of the interviews with The Sun newspaper.
“I see myself as a storyteller.”
In his first novel, the critics tore him apart. One critic heartlessly called him the worst story teller of this century. But he didn’t let the bad reviews kill his enthusiasm to be a writer. He learned from his mistakes and improved tremendously.
For his second novel, the critics sang an entirely a different tune. His work had impressed them. They predicted that he would become a genius story teller in the literature world, in years to come.
Indeed their prediction became a reality. He had become a legendary figure in the literature world. But what is sad is that nobody predicted that this genius would, one day, take his own life.
