A Dream Steem Story - The ghostwriters
Oh, there you are!
Her cheerful face was the last thing he could stand.
Why are you so happy, he snapped, can't you see that I'm writing! Why is it that you always have to disrupt when I'm in the middle of a good story?
He refused to watch her bottom lip quiver and her eyes water. Her hand shook as she placed the hot cup of coffee and croissant on his desk.
All she saw was a sea of wads of paper scattered across the room he so proudly called the domain of his creative mind.
How many times I've told you, even begged, not to bother me about trivial matters!
He furiously wiped the lovingly prepared cup of coffee and fresh croissant off his desk.
Get out, he shouted, get out.
When was the last time he wrote something, he was able to enchant someone with his words, something he could never have done with his appearance? The publisher had had enough of him and his endless excuses about why the long-promised manuscript didn't arrive. How many years had passed that his mind was as blank as the paper in front of him?
He had always laughed at those who suffered from writer's block. His response had always been the same when the subject was brought up: Excuses from a bunch of lazy idiots. A real writer writes, never lacks words.
A thousand words a day, his latest publication would be in the bookstores within the allotted time. A thousand words a day, he would have laughed about that number before, he'd easily written off 10,000. Now he couldn't even think of a storyline let alone a few words to write about.
Even that tip to write down as many words that came to mind was an impossible task. The writing pad in front of him remained blank, the ink in his pen had dried.
source photo Is he dead?
He doesn't look well, did you hear how he treated her? And that after everything she...
Jealous of her success, said the only lady of the trio. I'm sure you two are familiar with that. Jealous and stubborn...
The other two stared at the grey-skinned man lying across the desk. He looked vaguely familiar.
Shall we give him a hand, the eldest suggested?
No way! He has exiled us and we no longer have access to his mind, let him ask for help from his psychiatrist, she's specialized in stubborn idiots. If he had bundled all his idiotic scribblings, that book would have been published decades ago.
Agatha is right, Charles said, that man is spoiled by his lazy life. Spoiled to the bone. Those who don't experience anything don't need a creative mind, they are dead.
He tried to poke in the man's back.
When was the last time that man read anything? Do you see all these books? Still in the foil!
Agitated Charles floated up and down in front of the bookcase.
Antarah was silent. C.D. wasn't wrong, although he had to admit that not every poem assigned to him was actually written by him. His fame had outstripped his abilities more than once. Was that why he was still floating around on Earth?
Fine, Agatha decided who secretly couldn't resist solving a mystery, but this is the very last time.
Charles quickly wrote down a number and a few prompts while Agatha created a storyline from the thrown-away scribbles. Three books ended up on the desk of the person who refused to admit that he wasn't the wordsmith he thought he was. With a thump, a fourth book, a collection of poems, landed on the man's skull, he groaned softly.
You idiot, Agatha whispered in his ear, wake up, call your doctor and take a shower!
Let's share that croissant, Antarah suggested, not dissatisfied the first battle has been won.
Just leave that doggerel of yours, I finally want to rest in peace, grumbled Charles, who was more interested in a story about orphans and life on the street. He tried to hide the fact that this new age with homeless inspired him.
Laughing, the trio faded before the eyes of the man who didn't know whether he was awake or dreaming, but in any case had made the decision that he needed help. With trembling fingers, he dialled the number left on his desk. The first step to a bestseller had been taken.
5-2-2024
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What a delightfully wonderful and well written story @wakeupkitty!
You write so fluidly! It is refreshing to read such a piece of creative writing!
He is lucky I did not bring him the coffee and the croissant - because it would have landed up all over his head, lol!
There are a lot of real life truths in this story which make it even more enjoyable as well as relatable!
It would be wonderful to see more creative content like this from you in future... you have a real aptitude for it!
I am not so sure if I write fluidly but I try to keep it simple and hope there's room for the reader's imagination.
I believe I used too many words but couldn't (refused 😉) to delete more than I already did (that really hurts).
Let's see what more I can make up. With diaries only I become grumpy.
Thanks for reading and your lovely comment. I didn't expect to see you in the Dreem Steem.
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P.s. I wouldn't have served coffee and a croissant at all. No way.
perfect story
Thank you 🙂
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Hihi! Ghostwriter in the literal sense: goes well with the given image. Now I have to make an effort to get this idea out of my head ;-))
It's always easier not to read others before you wrote your story, but even with those ghostwriters in mind I am sure you'll write something awesome.
Btw I hadn't it in mind as I wrote the story, it was all I could think of for a title.
Happy writing!
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You also giving it a go @weisser-rabe?
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Thank you. It's a bit of a surprise to find the steemladies here but I am soo happy you stopped by.
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You have done perfect justice to the topic as well as the image! My best regards!!!
Thank you 🙂
Greetings, friend.
One thing I take from the story is the need to take care of oneself. I mean, life is largely about doing work; otherwise, how would we survive, right? But getting overly involved in it nowadays can lead to misery.
Another thing is the frustration people feel when being blocked. They often mistreat their partner and children. That's why it's important to identify such moments, in order to act better.
Kind regards.
I totally agree with you. It's so easy to forget about caring about oneself. We should work to live, not live to work.
Those lost years if it comes to enjoying life one will never get back.
It's good to set a foot outside, to meet, great, enjoy the sun and the fact we have family and are allowed to just sit and do nothing.
Once blocked, including blocking family,friends, it's hard to break that circle.
A shining day to you.
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You write in a style of "digest".
I really like your style!
You can easily publish your book in a mainstream magazine, digest...
Very captivating...I read from beginning till end.
The unexpected intervention of ghostwriters, representing discarded ideas, injects a creative twist.
It is relatable at so many levels.
Lovely read :)
Thank you so much for your kind comment. It's nice to meet people who like what you write. Perhaps I should have published since most of what I wrote might get lost.
I never have a storyline it develops while writing and if I read my stories back I surprise myself. 😂
Perhaps I am my own best customer?
All the best @soulfuldreamer I'm glad to hear you could read it till the end.
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