Writers' Legacy
"Hey."
"Hmm?"
"You are the writer of this story, yes?"
"Yes."
"And those rubbish poems and other stories?"
"Yes."
"How about those garbage-looking characters in your story? Who establish it?"
"I did it all myself."
"Ooh. That, I guess, explains why all of it is as languish as the writer itself."
"I think so."
"Didn't you get hurt?"
"No."
"But, I am insulting you and your works— just in case you didn't notice—"
"I notice it. But the term 'insult' isn't the right term."
"What do you call it then?"
"Uh.. a truth..?"
"Truth? You mean it real—"
"Yes. It really is a rubbish.. like me."
"Oh. Why—? I mean, how do you say so?"
"I am the writer of those poems and books. And I know it myself, it was rubbish."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"But being rubbish doesn't actually matter as long as you put your heart in your works."
"I know."
*hugs each other*
"W-Wait! Is it only me or you really lost your heart? I can't feel any heartbeats."
"I didn't lost them."
"But how in the world—"
"I put it in all of my works. Especially the one you were reading right now."
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2019-05-09 00:16:40
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